[This story is written by me and one of my virtual best friends, Yara.]
Two years ago, when Amaya took off in a plane for a better life for herself and her mother; she had no idea what was actually coming her way. She only desired to spread her folded wings and fly, fly high.
It did seem too good to be true for a nobody, who blends in the crowd like she did.
But isn't it a known sorcery that a moth is always drawn to flame? Only she didn't know it was a flame. It wasn't indeed. It was much more than that; it was a great inferno, a never ceasing inferno which burnt her wings and left her wounded and incapable to fly.
Two years later, Amaya emerges back, with reformed wings, only to smother the blaze which damaged her, broke and burnt her. With steely determination and rock hard heart, she is all ready for the game of seduction, revenge and victory, all in her favour.