Writing isn't about creating the perfect piece, it is all about jotting down what's in your heart. Tales of the Unheard takes you into the world of the unheard inner voices of such hearts to unveil their lives in a series of stories.

We'll shortly open our doors to start the journey to the world of the unheard. Happy reading! 😇

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