𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧.
In a world that screams, I stand in despair,
My voice drowned out, lost in the air.
Chains of tradition tighten each day,
I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay.
Each breath I take feels...
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JHANVI
The house felt like a tomb.
My breath caught in my throat as I stood frozen, the walls around me closing in, suffocating me with every passing second. The air was thick with the stench of anger and betrayal. My father’s voice sliced through the silence, his words harsh and venomous.
“Jhanvi, what have you done? What have you done to us?”
I flinched, feeling the sting of his disappointment even before the words hit. His eyes, once full of pride and warmth, now bore into me with an intensity I had never seen before. He stood tall, his chest heaving with a mix of fury and shame, and I was nothing but the object of his rage.
“Do you even realize what you’re saying? You’re a disgrace! What will the world think? What will we think?” His words bled through me, each one a dagger, each one a testament to how little I mattered. “You’re our daughter, Jhanvi. Our honor—that’s what matters, not some boy from nowhere!”
" But I love him Papa --"
My mother, who had been silently standing at the corner, suddenly crumpled to the floor, clutching her chest. “What did you say?” she whispered, almost as if she couldn’t believe it. “Vivaan? Vivaan? That boy is nothing but a rich, arrogant fool! You think he will marry you and keep you happy? He’ll abandon you just like all those other men. I’ll die, Jhanvi! I’ll die if you go down this path.”
Her voice cracked like glass, shattering whatever little resolve I had left. My heart twisted in anguish as she fell to her knees.
My father, not understanding, grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. “If you think you’ll have some fairy tale with him, you’re wrong. You’re an Indian girl, Jhanvi. You have responsibilities. You think that boy will support you, give you a home? What will he give you? Look at us, your family—this is where your future lies. You need to think carefully about what you're doing. Think of your mother… think of your reputation.”
