Whispers of a Broken Soul

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Summary: Whispers of a Broken Soul Geet Handa stood before the mirror, a beautiful maroon saree wrapped elegantly around her frame. She swiped kohl which emphasised her piercing brown eyes and picked up the scarlet red lipstick. She pressed her lips together before picking up the elegant chandelier diamond earrings and secured them. Each movement steady and smooth. She was a picture of grace and sophistication outwardly, however within her a storm brewed. A fire ignited by the need for revenge. Beneath the mask of her beauty lay a dangerous, captivating woman who was silently planning to ruin a kingdom. Her eyes drifted to the framed picture of her older sister, Meera, who had died 5 years ago. “Di, I’m going to get revenge. I swear it” she whispered. Author's Note: A/N: This came to me last night and has nagged at me until I could type it out. It will be a quick 10-12 chapters and and hope to have them all posted within this week since I am currently on leave from work. I hope you will enjoy this.