Premchand2o

Chains. Fetters. Manacles. Work. Beat. Food.

Six words and only six words existed in my life. These six ‘simple’ words can define my life. They have done so for the past three years and will continue to do so for the long years that await me. 

I don't have a name. Nor do my parents and my several siblings. The day I was born, my fate was sealed. I was labelled a slave for life. 

This red rugged land has baked my feet for more than a decade now, and somehow I have survived. But this place that has been seething with curses will finally get what it has always deserved. 

It will painted red again and I will be its artist. 
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This work is still in its rudimentary stages. Undergoing editing. The real chapters will be released soon. Though there might some changes.

Table of Ashborn : Born from the Ashes

Table of contents

Volume 1 :The Birth