Priya had once been a young woman madly in love. Anand, Meera’s father, was the love of her life. They had met in college and had fallen for each other instantly. Anand was everything Priya had ever dreamed of in a partner—kind, gentle, and full of life. They married soon after graduating, and for a short while, they lived in blissful happiness.
But their happiness was cut short by the outbreak of war. Anand, who had always dreamed of serving his country, joined the army. Priya was eight months pregnant when she received the news that Anand had died in battle, sacrificing his life for his country. The shock and grief were overwhelming, but Priya knew she had to stay strong for the baby she was carrying.
When Meera was born, she became Priya’s reason to live, her anchor in a world that had suddenly become dark and uncertain. Priya moved to the village, hoping to start a new life where no one knew her tragic past. She poured all her love and energy into raising Meera, determined to give her daughter the happiest life possible, even if it meant keeping the truth from her. She insisted that her daughter should not know her own sorrow.