Chapter 1 || Family Potrait ||

                                    

                                          
When you inherit a broken family you cannot throw it away and get a new one. 
What you can do it find poeple and situations that provide for you what your family cannot..  -: Iyanla Yanzat 
                          
"It's great.. we all are having fun.." Raima Shergill said to Mrs Khanna with a pleasant smile. Mrs khanna sighed in relief and walked towards another guest. It was Mrs Khanna's habit of approaching people and asking about how is the party? Are they enjoying? Did they like it? 
                          
But for Raima it was like playing world war with guests and any person approaching her. She has put up a fake smile with a great saree just to make people look how happy she is. But her inner turmoil was only known by her. Her life biggest problem was her husband Dev Shergill. The man is nowhere. Where he goes? What business he does? How many women he has slept with? She doesn't know anything. The world thinks he is out of the country for business but the actual truth is one night he came home and told Raima he is never gonna come back. He didn't free her from any vows nor from any public's eye. She was still Raima Shergill the wife of Dev Shergill. The top most businessman of India. She has to maintain her reputation after all she has two daughters. She wants a happy and comfortable life for them. Atleast Dev never forget to fill her bank account with crores, never failed to contact his daughters on their birthdays. He is an ideal father for his daughters. Their kids think their parents don't get along with each other but the sad cruelty is their father can't get along with their mother. 
                          
Raima's second biggest problem is her daughters. Jhanvi and Anaya. The complete opposite of each other and the true fighters. They both have pure creed hatered for each other. She remember's in their childhood both used to love each other a lot but now when they even look at each other they feel like crushing the other out. Time has changed a lot so are the poeple around. 
                          
She scanned the whole party and found her daughter Jhanvi flirting with a guy. She huffed and scanned again to find where her second daughter is. She saw Anaya with other old females talking with them and chatting. Sometimes Raima wished Jhanvi was like Anaya talk to others, respect elders but then sometimes she wished Anaya was like Jhanvi ready for any challenge. Jhanvi is known as the player well that's what her reputation is in family and Anaya is known as the best girl ever that's her reputation, the goody two shoes. Every mother wants a daughter like Anaya and Jhanvi is the type of girl your mother warned you to stay away. 
                          
Anybody can insult Anaya and she won't backfire but nobody can even dare and say a word to Jhanvi she will burn you in ashes just by her words. Raima went to the ladies group and started chit-chatting with them, that's what high profile womens do chit-chat and gossip. 
                          
High profile womens think Jhanvi suits their standards and Anaya just makes them shameful in front of people. Elder Ladies think Anaya is the girl every parents should raise and Jhanvi is the girl every parent should hate. Even their grandmother Shradha Shergill thinks the same. She wished her granddaughter Jhanvi was also like Anaya but then Jhanvi was the daredevil, a player and Shradha hated such kind of people cause her son is one of them and now her granddaughter too. 
                          
Well their family belongs to both high profile and Elderlies as well. The high profile aunties introduce Jhanvi with pride and they just leave Anaya like she doesn't exist and in the same way the elderlies introduce Anaya with head high and Jhanvi as head low but never neglect Jhanvi just like the high profiles neglect Anaya and that's what hurts Anaya. 
                          
"Jhanvi how is Rohan??" Aryan the guy she is flirting with asked her
                          
Jhanvi snorted "Who's Rohan.??" She said tracing a finger on his jawline