Shivanya was still staring at herself in the mirror when the bedroom door opened and three people walked in. She quickly turned her head toward the doorway.It was her maasi-maa — the same woman who had scolded her a while ago and ordered her to get ready.To the world, she was Shivanya’s mother’s sister. But after Shivanya’s real mother passed away when she was only a month old, this woman had married her father.She looked decent, fair-skinned, though shorter in height. One of her eyes had a minor defect, because of which she never received any suitable marriage proposals. But