Nishita's POV:

The sun beat down relentlessly upon the vibrant streets of Jaipur, casting a golden hue over the bustling city. I walked with purpose through the winding alleys, the rhythmic clack of my heels against the cobblestones echoing in the warm afternoon air. Around me, the vibrant colors of the Pink City came alive, a kaleidoscope of sights and sounds that never failed to captivate me.

As I made my way through the throngs of people, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing stirring within me. Longing for a sense of belonging, for a place to call my own in a world that often seemed so vast and indifferent. Born into privilege yet orphaned at a young age, I had grown accustomed to the whispers and stares that followed me wherever I went, reminders of the gulf that separated me from my wealthy but distant relatives.

The Rajput Mansion loomed ahead, its grand facades bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. It was a fortress of tradition.

My name is Nishita Rajput, and this mansion, with its towering gates and imposing facade, has been my refuge and my prison since childhood. Orphaned at a young age, I was taken in by distant relatives who saw me not as family, but as an inconvenience, a reminder of their obligation to care for the unwanted remnants of my parents' legacy.
As I walked through the sunlit corridors, memories of my parents flooded my mind, their faces fading in and out of focus like ghosts from a distant past. I could still hear the sound of my mother's laughter, the gentle lilt of her voice as she sang me to sleep with ancient lullabies passed down through generations.
But those memories were nothing more than whispers now, fading echoes of a life that once was. In their place stood the harsh reality of my existence: a life governed by duty and expectation, where every smile was a mask and every word a lie.

I had always been different from the other girls of my age, with their laughter and their gossip, their dreams of love and marriage. While they dreamed of princes and fairy tales, I dreamed of scalpels and stethoscopes, of saving lives and making a difference in a world that seemed intent on tearing itself apart.

At twenty-one, I had already achieved what many considered impossible: a degree in medicine, earned through years of relentless study and unwavering determination. But even as I stood on the brink of a promising career, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, that there was a void within me that no amount of success could ever hope to fill.
It was in those moments of quiet reflection that I found solace in the halls of the mansion, surrounded by the echoes of a past long gone. But even here, in the heart of my ancestral home, I was not immune to the cruelty of those who saw me as nothing more than a pawn in their game of power and prestige.

My relatives, with their haughty airs and disdainful glances, made no secret of their contempt for me, their words like daggers aimed at the heart. They reminded me daily of my status as an outsider, an interloper in their world of privilege and luxury, a reminder of the stain on their impeccable reputation.
But despite their cruelty, I refused to let their words break me, refused to let them see the pain that lurked behind my mask of indifference. For beneath the facade of strength and resilience lay a heart burdened by longing, a soul yearning for love and acceptance in a world that seemed intent on denying me both.

Getting up to the annoying sound of the alarm at 3 am is nothing new to me, well you heard it right at freaking 3 am, in my defense I have been doing this for the past 11 years. Ahhhh I have no time to think about all this, so I quickly woke up and folded my favourite blanket which has 2 holes in it now, my papa baught that when we were living in UK and I have been using it as a bed from past 11 years, since no one has the heart or budget to get me a mattress at least, thinking of papa and mumma, the way they treated me as a glass doll and the love they have showered on me bought back the tears in my eyes, but I can not waste my time crying, if I were a second late in doing all the chores they won't give me food, i can't afford that, I need energy as my finals of mbbs just completed and needed to travel all the way to a village in Rajasthan tomorrow , thinking all these I quickly rushed into the washroom to have a bath.

As soon as I finished bathing I quickly wore a faded light blue anarkali which Shanaya once wore 2 years back and gave it to me as she doesn't like to wear traditional wear and I am not complaining as atleast I am getting good clothes, education and food atleast once a day.

Doing the puja, praying to God to give me the support to full fill my parents wish of me becoming a cardiothorasic surgeon, I have rushed into kitchen to cook breakfast for everyone which is poha and aloo paratha and also made decaution for coffee and quickly moved to brooming and sweeping of house without making noise, I also made lunch and packed it for my chacha, didi and bhayya, last but not the least I have washed the dishes, clothes and arranged the dinning table. Satisfied by seeing the work that I have done within 2 hours, I made my way into my room hoping that they would not call me to taunt or punish me.

As soon as I have entered my room my stomach growled in hunger, as I have not eaten anything since yesterday, as they tought that giving food to me is waste of money because apparently my chachi thinks that I am sneaking in food which I did not but can not voice that as they will physically abuse me.

I am done with these people, I was always Greatful to them thinking that they are at least spending their money on my food and shelter , after my parents death kishore uncle and neela aunty who were our neighbors back then in uk , they were are also bestfriends with my parents and fought over our custody but the court only gave custody of one child , so I happily sent arjuna there knowing that he will be safe and loved there , I knew these people will abuse me back then ,yet I would still choose to come here over arjun anytime, he is my baby brother ,I can burn the world for him , day after tomorrow is his 18 th birthday ,which means I can leave this hell hole finally as they can't get to arjun .

turns out they weren't even allowed to be compared with animals, satakshi bua, my father's cousin sister slipped while we were talking in a family function 3 days back of how great my dad is and how helpful that the funds he made for me are helping this family, I was shocked to hear that would be an understatement, I was sooo dammm angry and am also thankful that no one was there at that time as everyone left as soon as my dad's topic came clearly showing their hatred towards him. I always thought that they made funds only on arjun's name.

I had been thinking about that night, I would be a fool to confront them as they may have already transfered the funds to their account, so the next morning while I was sweeping, I took my chacha wallet to see the name of the bank on card and kept it back safely, my finals were over 2 days back and an extra classes were there for the next 4 days teaching us what to expect in the camp, as I already knew what to expect, I have skipped the class and directly went to the bank.

I was on cloud nine after knowing that my mumma have prepared a bond stating that only I can withdraw the funds from the fixed diposit, so that explains why they weren't able to move the actual funds as they knew very well that I would rather die than do that and they will loose all their main income source.

Turns out that the money that my parents saved me 9.5 million pounds and we are getting intrest about 7 percent every year, with wich they are buying things for their kids like phones and starving me to death, making me do all the chores, i have requested the manager if he could transfer the money now and he gladly did, now comes the fun part.

I was waiting for the correct time to escape from this hell which is tomorrow at the camp, so the bus to the camp is at 7 am, by that time no one will wake up and apperantly I am not a goddess to run off without a little revenge so now , the next day without doing the chores here i am collecting the clothes of every family member here from their wardrobes, poor fellas sleeping like logs thinking that like everyday I am folding their clothes and keeping in their cupboard Tch Tch how bad , here I am burning every one's clothes in the house except mine or you can say shanaya's and what they are wearing , well at least I know that they can't go out in their pathetic excuse of a night ware.

One mission done, now the next one which is to chop of those witches aka my chachi, didi and dadi's hair. even that oldie love her hair sooo much, the only regret that I have is that I can't see their faces tomorrow when they see themselves in the mirror mainly Shanayas, so here i am chopping her hair carefully , when the sleeping pills wears off from the food that I prepared yesterday they will definitely have an heart attack.

Now I can leave peacefully but before that I took all the electronic gadgets and purses, I took the money in them and threw the cards in the flames which are burning their 3 heaps of clothes, I also threw their sim cards in the flames, now they deserve it.

There were times when my di and bhai used to bring friends and made me do all the chores like clean the mess they deliberately made in front of them. They were also silent when bhai's friends were commenting and harassing me.

I would have willingly shared my money if only they at least treat me as a human, but they treat me worse than an animal without giving me any of minimum requirements that a person requires like a bed, I don't even have any friends as I was required to be home to do the chores as soon as possible, they tried their best to keep on giving me chores so that I can't study but I proved a tough nut to crack as I completed mbbs within 21 years and also got into Oxford University with full scholarship for further studies which they don't know yet.
Finally I am free from that hell hole, I went directly to the bustand to start a new chapter in my life where hopefully love and care also are included. The most interesting part here is I am going to do my pg in Oxford University following the footsteps of my mother after 12 months of internship here in the rajasthani village, maybe I will also find my true love like my mom did during this journey of becoming a surgeon.