Anokhi - Winner of the Short Story Contest

By Luvv Sanwal

Anokhi escaped on a horrific night, with tons of bruises and cuts on her body. Some parts of her face and hands were severely burnt. But, she stayed strong and determined. She walked till she reached the main road but fell unconscious just when she saw an approaching truck.
What happened to her that horrible night? Why was Anokhi in such a bad shape?
Read this heart wrenching story of a strong independent girl and courageous girl who risks her life to stand up against injustice.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Srishti Publishers
• Release date: Oct 30, 2021

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ANOKHI

Luvv A Sanwal

Srishti Publishers & Distributors

A unit of AJR Publishing LLP

212A, Peacock Lane

Shahpur Jat, New Delhi – 110 049

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First digitally published by

Srishti Publishers & Distributors in 2021

Copyright © Luvv A Sanwal, 2021

This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, organisations and events described in this book are either a work of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, places, events, communities or organizations is purely coincidental.

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the Publishers.

Other contest winner stories

#2 The Rebel by Firoz Raza Khan

#3 The Morning Walk by Souvik Sarkar

#4 The End Is Where It Begins

#5 The Peculiar Case of Boe Calliper

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It is approximately 2.30 a.m. The darkness is as terrifying as a black hole, devouring every particle of the sky. The wind is blowing intensely to heighten the drama of the night. Crops are rustling against one other on the large field. And, it seems scarecrows are laughing wickedly in the middle of the farm.

Anokhi is limping helplessly through the fields in torn clothes, wimping in pain. Her blood is draining slowly.