She was married under old Hindu rites-no witnesses, no certificates, just sacred vows whispered in the name of love and trust. But when the man she called her husband disappeared, he left behind nothing but silence, betrayal, and a future she never asked for. By the time she became pregnant with twins, he had already started a new life-publicly married, featured on magazine covers, celebrated for his intellect. He denied her, denied their sacred union, and denied the life growing inside her. She had no family-an orphan by birth, raised in an orphanage with no name of her own. Abandoned and pregnant, she walked the streets alone. She begged for food. Slept under the open sky. Endured humiliation, harassment, and hunger. And when one of her babies died, no one mourned with her. Instead, they branded her with a word she never deserved-prostitute. But she was never that. She was a wife in the eyes of her faith. She was a mother in the eyes of the divine. And in her final days, as disease consumed her body, she picked up the pen-not for revenge, not for pity, but to write a final letter to her son. "I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE - DIARY OF A SINGLE MOTHER" is a raw, soul-stirring memoir of a woman who lost everything-her home, her identity, and the man she trusted with her life. But even when the world turned away, she chose not to scream. She chose not to beg. She chose to write. This is not a cry for sympathy-it is a testimony of love, dignity, and endurance. A voice the world tried to silence, but one that refused to die unheard. This book is for: Every child who deserves to know the truth about their mother. Every woman who has been judged without being heard. Every reader who believes in the quiet strength of the human spirit. A portion of the proceeds from this book will be donated to support women who are still fighting in the shadows-those seeking light after being wronged, judged, or abandoned. This book is for them too.