~imisha's pov~
I woke up to someone tapping my shoulder, I was startled. "It's okay, calm down, it's just me, Kartik."
I looked around and realized that I was in a car. I tilted my head upwards and saw my brother looking at me with a sad expression.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I was just startled," I said firmly, trying to compose myself. He nodded and gestured for me to get out of the car. I needed to be more alert.
As I stepped out, I was amazed by the sight in front of me. There was a huge white gate, and behind it, I saw a magnificent mansion made of white stone. It looked like home, and I felt a sense of belonging. I hadn't felt like that my whole life. I started walking towards the mansion and was already amazed.
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Imisha
Non-FictionImisha is a free spirit, no not your average golden retriever but sometimes her happy side comes out. She is fierce, strong and if you get on her bad side, well RIP. She has experienced first-hand trauma. What happens when she finds out that she's b...