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GUPTA HOUSE :
The air in the Gupta house crackled with fury as Sheetal hurled objects across the room, her rage a wildfire. Glass shattered, books thudded, and Garima's attempts to soothe her daughter fell flat against the storm.
"Mamma!" Sheetal's voice was a raw scream, trembling with betrayal. "I know Papa loves that girl more than anything-even more than me! But aren't I his daughter too? Why do Papa and Buaji treat me like garbage? And today, Buaji crossed every line, calling me worthless, good-for-nothing! She slapped you for that orphan bitch!"
Her words, sharp and venomous, carried no apology for their cruelty. "And what did Papa do? Nothing! He backed her, insulted us alongside her. How could he?"
Garima's eyes gleamed with pride at her daughter's fire. "Wait and see, mamma," Sheetal hissed, her laugh dark and malicious. "Just like she stole everything from me, I'll snatch her everything one day. That'll be my revenge."
Garima nodded, her smile mirroring Sheetal's venom. "Get ready, bitiya," she said, leaving Sheetal to prepare for the night that could change her fate.
When Sheetal emerged, draped in a sultry gown, Garima's face lit up. "You're stunning, baby!" she gushed, unable to hold back her awe at her daughter's beauty.
A car horn blared outside, cutting through their moment. Garima peeked out and saw a handsome man step from a sleek, expensive car-Indar, Sheetal's friend. She teased, "Oho, bitiya, who's this dashing escort?"
Sheetal rolled her eyes. "Mamma, stop! Indar's just a friend who got me this project."
Garima winked. "Alright, have fun. And see if you can, charm ASR."
Indar's jaw dropped as he took in Sheetal's appearance. "Whoa, you're looking hot," he said, grinning.
Sheetal shrugged, buckling her seatbelt. "Done flirting? Let's go, or we'll be late."
