Broken Glass
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Completed, First published Jun 26, 2026

This novel follows Eshal and Ardian as their lives intertwine following an arranged marriage. Early chapters reveal a quiet tension simmering beneath the surface as Ardian observes Eshal’s unspoken grief and a past love revealed by a promise ring. The narrative traces moments of silent accommodation and unspoken longing, punctuated by a raw display of distress as Eshal destroys a photograph from her wedding. Ardian’s calm, almost unnerving, response leaves her emotionally adrift. These chapters hint at a story steeped in melancholy and the weight of unexpressed emotion, exploring themes of devotion and the quiet suffering within a constrained life.
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