Misthi stood in the dimly lit room, her arms wrapped around herself as memories of the past flooded her mind like a relentless storm. There was a time when her world was bright, filled with laughter and warmth. Her small family-Maa, Baba, and Akshat-had been her safe haven. Their home had always echoed with joy, her mother's loving embrace, her father's protective presence, and her brother's constant teasing that never failed to bring a smile to her face. She had dreams, simple yet beautiful, and a heart full of hope.