As always, Naina woke up early in the morning, her body aching from the bruises that still throbbed from yesterday's beating. She pushed herself out of bed, her mind weighed down by the suffocating reality of her life. Mechanically, she got ready and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for her family.

Naina loved her family deeply—she always had. For 22 years, she had done everything in her power to earn her mother’s approval and her brother’s affection. But all her efforts were met with hate, disdain, and abuse. It crushed her spirit to think that the people she cherished the most only saw her as a burden—or worse, a tool to exploit.