Before Siya's first breath, there was a love story people envied.
Her mother and father didn't meet through arrangements or formalities.
They met through something bigger-choice, connection, and a rebellious kind of love.
Against the odds, against opinions, and against whispers behind their backs, they got married.
It wasn't easy.
But it was beautiful.
Their bond had that rare spark-something between two souls that made strangers smile without knowing why.
To the world, they were perfect.
The kind of couple people pointed at in photos and whispered, "They're truly made for each other."
And then came Siya.
The first daughter in a family that had long been waiting for a girl.
She was born under the monsoon sky, in a room filled with jasmine garlands, temple bells echoing, and teary laughter.
That day, her home didn't feel like a home-it felt like a temple.
People arrived with sweets and songs.
They whispered mantras into her ears.
They lit lamps around her cradle like she was Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth and light.
Her grandmother went to the temple barefoot that morning, thanking the gods for sending a girl.
Her aunts dressed her in silk even when she didn't understand cloth from skin.
Her uncles took turns holding her like she was a blessing-not just to the family, but to the world.
Siya grew up in the arms of celebration.
Her feet never touched the ground without someone smiling at her.
She was special. Golden. Chosen.
She was a goddess-
at least, that's how they treated her.
But fate?
Fate watched from a corner of the room that day.
It didn't celebrate. It didn't smile.
It just waited.
Because little Siya didn't know...
That the world that worships you in one moment
can break you in silence the next.