Eldersibling Stories

Its a poetry for a eldest daughter of family

În which, I try to make a story =)

"Part 1: Her Childhood Wasn't Small" Meher was four when she learned that love could be measured by inches-by how close you slept to the center of the bed, or how tightly someone held your hand. Raised in a home where silence screamed louder than words, she grew up invisible in her mother's shadow and constantly trying to earn her father's approval. As secrets surfaced and favoritism drew lines in her family, Meher carried her pain in quiet, learned strength as performance, and swallowed love like a test she could never quite pass. This is the story of who she was *before the world saw her as anything more than a daughter*. Of a girl who felt too much in a world that asked her to feel less. Of how a tender heart begins to harden-slowly, beautifully, and tragically.

Aanya Shekhawat, born into the powerful Shekhawat family, is the heart of everyone around her. Loved deeply by her father, her mother and especially her brothers, she is the light of their world. The Shekhawats live a life of happiness, wrapped in comfort and love, enjoying every moment together as if nothing could ever go wrong. But what happens when shadows from the past return... when buried truths slowly begin to unravel? Will they still remain happy together? Will Aanya ever discover the truth hidden from her all this time? Phase One follows her baby years, while Phase Two follows her teenage years.