tions twinkled like a thousand tiny diamonds, each one holding a secret or a

presence gentle and soothing. Meera began to untie Mahi's hair, letting the silky strands fall free, a

noticing the faraway look i

miss Ma

ing within her. "Yes, Dadi," she whispered, her voice ting

s of wisdom, to somehow ease the pain, but she knew that some wounds ran too

adi, Ma and Pa were so kind. Why

was the life written in their destiny. I sometimes feel, why didn't God take u

es overflowing with tears. "Dadi, don't say that. You and Dadu are no less than Ma and Pa. I wante

ing the muffled sobs, Ravi, Mahi's grandfather, entered the room. He took in the scene and immediately understood. He wrapped his arms around both Mahi and Meera, hi

solace in his embrace. "I mi

ll do, sweetheart. But they're always

ds could express. Mahi knew how much her grandparents had sacrificed to ensure her safety and happiness

tually, her voice steady despite the tears.

ith pride. "That's my girl. Remem

heir hearts heavy with their own sorrow but also with pride for their resilient granddaughter. They knew that

She had been twelve years old, returning home from a dinner party with her parents. They were laughing and talking when her

ther had shouted, his v

Mahi with her body. The memory of the truck's headlights bearing down on them was se

i, were there, their faces etched with worry and grief. Her parents had survived the initial impact but s

ith their loss and the responsibility of caring for Mahi, couldn't muster the strength to fight him. Ravi had overheard a suspicious conversation that ma

pes and kind-hearted people, had become her sanctuary. Her grandparents had become her

nts were gone, but their love remained, shining down on her from the heavens. She knew she had to honor the

nts, promising to make them proud. She turned away from the window, feeling a newfound determination. With

t strengthened by love, Mahi stepped into the fut