The late afternoon sun cast golden hues across Central Park, its vibrant rays dancing over freshly mown grass and blooming flowerbeds bursting with crimson roses and golden marigolds. The air hummed with the laughter of children chasing kites and the soft chatter of couples strolling hand in hand, but for Shikha, standing at the park’s edge, a storm of hopelessness raged within. Her world felt as if it were crumbling—her brother Arjun broken by his own choices, her closest friends shattered by betrayal, and Anaya, the one she’d hoped would offer solace, lost to a haze of forgotten memories. The cruelty of fate weighed heavily, unraveling the bonds she’d once held dear. Her lavender kurti, soft and flowing, shimmered faintly in the sunlight, its gentle hue contrasting with her dark, wavy ha
