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Advika, a 15-year-old living in Pune, is known for cheerful, kind and happy-go-lucky personality by her friends, relatives and people around her. People say that she light's up every room she is in, but no one sees how dull she becomes behind the closed doors of her house.
In that house, in that life, she is out of place-quietly enduring the small cruelties of being the child who is not seen for her value, a child they broke themself and blamed for who she has become. She hides her vulnerability from the world because no one there knows what to do with it.
Somewhere across cities, in Bengaluru, a family as old, feared and respected - the Devrais have spent the last fifteen years mourning a daughter they were told had died before she ever lived. They spoke of her in softened voices, laid flowers for a memory, and loved her only through grief.
Then one day the truth surfaces-her name, her face, her existence-and the quiet world Advika has survived in begins to shift. Because when the lie breaks, it doesn't just expose a truth - it gives two parents back their daughter and seven boys the sister they never knew to look for.