Janhvi

I was 22. Just 22. A girl with dreams, a girl who wanted to be a CA, a girl who thought hard work could shape her future. But maybe the world never wanted a girl like me to fly. My father always picked me up from coaching not because he didn’t trust me, but because he didn’t trust the world we lived in. My parents always said, "Ghar par raho, safe rahogi," but they were wrong. My own home became my ruin.