A girl wakes up in the morning and she does dusting and mopping and cleans the whole house and after that she goes in the kitchen and prepares breakfast for the whole family.

"Jaldi jaldi kaam khatam kr aur uske baad meri saree ko dho kr ache se iron kr dena, aaj mujhe aur tere papa ko shaam ko ek shaadi m Jana h, smji ! "

Anjali shouting from the drawing room on her .

WHO IS SHE?

Yes, she is Anaya. Now she is 22 years old, a young girl but now She has grown slender now, her deep black eyes holding such magic that anyone who looked into them could lose themselves completely. Her lips bloomed softly, like the petals of a rose, delicate and inviting. And her long, dark, silken hair seemed to whisper a spell of its own—making one wish to get lost in its waves forever.

BUT BUT BUT ....one thing missing in her life her grandmother is no more, her happiness is no more, the reason behind her everything is no more and she becomes............ nothing.

" Ji, mummy ji m kr dungi." She said

On the dining table

"Beta, tumhara kaam kesa chal rha h" Anjali said

"Acha chal rha h mummy itni badi company m job lgna koi choti baat thodi h,  "THE RAJVANSHI REGAL HERITAGE" mera spna pura ho gya h mummy, i love this life.

" Beta tera spna to pura ho gya h, lekin ab is bhoj ka kya kre jo bagwaan ne hme diya h, pta ni bagwaan ji ko kya dusmani h hamse Jo ye bhoj diya hme kisi kaam ki nhi h nalayak khi ki." Her mother taunts her.

In the evening

I am ironing on  the mom's saree very carefully. One mistake and I am dead. I am done with the iron now I carefully fold the saree and keep on the bed.

I am going to the kitchen and started preparing dinner cause bhaiya usually doesn't go to the wedding and me also. Reasons are different. He doesn't go because of work pressure and me because papa ji doesn't allow me. Who cares? I am done with the dinner and placed the food on the table. Bhaiya will be coming any minute. My mind goes to my mother's words her meaning is wedding. Yes, she wants me to get married as soon as possible.She wants me to go away from them as quickly as possible and never come back. I think I am just a burden on them. But what is my fault? No one cares about what I say and what I think. I just had a grandmother and she also left me and I remained here just as a feast. While thinking about all this, I don't know when a tear came out of my eye and fell on my hand. I hear the car's horn means bhaiya is here.I ran towards the gate and opened it and moved aside so that Bhaiya could come in.

"Huhh, mummy papa kha h."

" Bhaiya wo to shaadi m gye h aane m late hoga mene khana bna diya h aap fresh ho jao"

"Hmm", he left

Hmm just hmm There is nothing left in life except listening to orders, hmm. Bhaiya came from his room and sat on the chair and I served him food.

“Aakhh…khhhnn…”

Suddenly bhaiya started choking on food while eating

"Bhaiya lo paani"

He hurled the glass hard onto the floor, and it shattered into countless pieces—just like my heart, broken into fragments. I was deeply hurt, the pain lasting long within me.

"Shuttt..upppp.... Bhut ho gya tera bhaiya bhaiya, tu is ghar ki naukrani h khud ko meri bhen smjhna bnd kr, tujh jaisi ladki meri bhen nhi ho skti, ek anpadh, jaahil aur gwaar ladki meri bhen nhi ho skti, suna tune."

" Jyada hmare sir per chadne ki jarurat nhi h, jaldi koi ladka dekh kr hm teri shaadi kr dege itna apni hadd m rh, smji."

Hearing my brother’s sharp, anger-filled voice, I was terrified. My hands, my legs—my whole body began to tremble. After all, I had only called him Bhaiya, nothing more…

With my head lowered, I just stood there, shivering, unable to utter another word.

" Sunayi diya ? " He spoke so loudly that his voice echoed through the entire house. In an instant, everything fell silent—so quiet that not even a whisper could be heard.

" J...ji..ji ", I was so scared that no words would leave my lips. With great difficulty, I finally managed to whisper,I am nothing more than a servant here… just a servant, and perhaps even less than that.

"Bhoj khi ki," he said and left

After hearing so much and being scolded so harshly, I felt as if my hunger had died within me. Slowly, I bent down and began picking up the shattered pieces of glass from the floor. Just then, a tiny shard pricked my finger, and blood started to flow.

But that wound was nothing compared to the one carved deep into my heart. Since childhood, my own family has never truly accepted me. Only my grandmother did—and she, too, has left me behind.

These broken pieces of glass, I can gather again. The glass itself can perhaps be whole once more. But the wounds my family has left on my heart—the countless fragments it has been shattered into—those I cannot mend, nor can I ever piece them back together.

I carefully placed all the food in the fridge so it wouldn’t spoil, and then went off to wash the dirty dishes.

After washing the dishes, I took out a sheet from the lower kitchen cabinet and spread it on the floor. I wrapped myself in my scarf and lay down, but sleep refused to come to my eyes.

The words my brother had shouted kept echoing in my mind, over and over: “You’re just a servant, nothing more.” That was exactly how I felt.

And as for marriage… if my own family treats me this way, what hope could I ever have from anyone else? Thinking about all this, tears began to fall, and I wept quietly. I don’t even know when I finally fell asleep, crying myself to sleep.

I woke up the next morning, still feeling the weight of yesterday pressing on my chest. The house was quiet, but the silence only made the echoes in my mind louder. Every corner seemed to remind me of the harsh words, the cold stares, and the sense of never truly belonging.

I went about my chores, trying to keep myself busy, but even washing dishes or arranging the kitchen didn’t distract me. My hands moved automatically, but my heart felt heavy, like it had been carrying a burden for years.

Sometimes I wondered if anyone would ever see me for who I really am, beyond the roles and titles my family gave me. Could they ever understand the longing and loneliness that had quietly lived inside me since childhood?

Even as the day went on, a dull ache stayed with me—a mix of hurt, hope, and helplessness. I wrapped my scarf tighter around my shoulders and whispered to myself, “Maybe someday… someone will care.”

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