INDU KAPOOR : A daughter "She was only 14 when her world fell apart, leaving her to pick up the pieces of a life she never asked for. In that house, love was a myth, and kindness was a currency she could never afford. She tried-God, she tried-to be enough, to be wanted, to matter. But every effort was met with rejection, every plea for affection answered with silence or cruelty. During the day, she wore a smile so convincing it could fool the stars, but at night, when no one was watching, she crumbled. Her tears soaked into her pillow as she choked on sobs too loud for a house that hated her existence, wishing, just once, someone would hear her and care." ISHAAN MALHOTRA: A son "He gave everything he had, his heart, his time, his soul-hoping one day they might see him, might finally love him like they loved his brother. But no matter how hard he tried, it was never enough. His parents' eyes always passed over him, their hearts always with someone else. His brother, perfect in their eyes, took their love, their attention, while he was left with nothing but the empty sting of blame. All he ever wanted was to feel wanted, to feel loved-but in the silence that followed his every attempt, he realized too late that no amount of effort could ever fill the hole inside him, the one carved by years of being invisible in his own home." Sometimes all you need is..... I don't know..... we need many things from this fucked up life all we can keep is a useless hope Raabta : moon and sunAll Rights Reserved
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