As I sat across from you, Shiv, the memories came flooding back, raw and painful, I remember it like a bad dream, a nightmare I can’t wake up from. I was a princess, you see. Pampered, adored, and shielded from the harsh realities of the world. My days were filled with laughter, the kind that echoed through the grand halls of our opulent home. Dad, Mumma, Chachu, Chachi, Yug bhai, and Kavita – they were my universe. A universe painted in vibrant hues, where every wish was a command.

Mumma would often scold Dad for being too lenient, but his eyes held a twinkle whenever he looked at me. It was as if I were a precious gem he'd found, and he was afraid to let go. And so, I grew, bathed in love, unaware of the storms that lurked beyond my perfect and dreamy world.