Am I Fiction?

A young orphan girl can’t do much in this world. Prostitutes do not have relatives, so I did not have any. Without friends, relatives, and near and dear ones, I felt like a blind human being wandering in a jungle. That day I cried a lot, tears flowing profusely from my eyes. Nicholas Mount Joy tried to console me. He hugged me tightly and patted my back. With his handkerchief he wiped tears off my eyes.

I know they are going to spice it up and make it as interesting and sensational as they can to draw a large number of readers. Do they know what I want? Do they know what I have gone through?

That stone gave the verdict that the charges on the girl were so harsh that he could not prohibit the press from reporting the case and its proceedings.

Am I Fiction?
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Chapter One: About Myself
Chapter Two: The Proceedings
Chapter Three: Mount Joy
Chapter Four: New Delhi
Chapter Five: Dreams Break
Chapter Six: Interrogation