The morning mist of Dehradun clung to the pine trees, creating a scene of absolute serenity. Inside the cottage, the kitchen was warm, filled with the comforting aroma of fresh parathas and ginger tea. Amyra stood at the stove, her movements practiced and domestic. To any outsider, she was the perfect, innocent sister, taking care of her pregnant Bhabhi and her hardworking brother.

But beneath the oversized yellow hoodie, her heart was a battlefield of dark secrets and desperate calculations.