(A Family Drama Story by Tanya Singh)The morning sun filtered softly through the white curtains of the Sharma family’s apartment on Maple Street, South Delhi. The faint sound of traffic mixed with the smell of freshly brewed tea. It was another weekday morning in the Sharma household — chaotic, emotional, and somehow, beautifully ordinary.Aarav Sharma, 28, was already dressed in a crisp blue shirt, scrolling through work emails on his phone. He worked in an advertising firm and had a knack for deadlines, though not for patience. His mother, Meera Sharma, 55, walked into the living room balancing a tray