we shared a ceiling,not an home...

eighteen years, Aditi lived in the same house as her parents.
But she never really lived with them.
Her father spoke through criticism.
Her mother spoke through silence.
And brother learned early that surviving meant pretending nothing was wrong.
Then one random Tuesday night, after another screaming fight, Aditi disappears.
Not kidnapped.
Not dead.
She just... leaves.
No goodbye.
No phone calls.
Nothing except one scheduled email:
"If you're reading this, it means I finally chose myself for once."
The story follows both sides.
Aditi trying to rebuild herself in a city where nobody knows her past.
And the family slowly realizing the daughter they called "dramatic" was quietly breaking for years.
But the worst part?
Nobody noticed how bad it was until she was gone.