Meera sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the rain as it drummed against her window. The evening sky was a gloomy gray, and her heart felt just as heavy. At twenty-two, life hadn't turned out the way she had imagined.

All through her childhood, Meera believed in people. She trusted easily, loved deeply, and expected the best. But every time, it seemed, she ended up hurt. Friends who betrayed her, family who misunderstood her, and a boyfriend who had left her heart in pieces. She was tired—tired of opening herself up only to be let down.

"Why?" she whispered into the empty room. "Why does everyone betray me? What have I done to deserve this?"

The silence was deafening, so she spoke louder, her voice trembling with emotion. “God, why is it always me? Why am I always the one who trusts the wrong people?”

Tears streamed down her face, her sobs echoing through the small room. She clutched her pillow tightly, her heart aching as if the weight of the world had settled onto her chest. Meera had never felt so alone, so broken. For years, she had been carrying the pain of countless disappointments, and now, it felt unbearable.

In the midst of her despair, she dropped to her knees beside her bed, her face buried in her hands. "Please," she whispered through her tears, "if you exist, if you're listening, I just want to understand. I just want to know who I can trust, who really cares."

It was a prayer from the depths of her soul—a cry for help.

Suddenly, the room felt different. The air became still, the rain seemed to soften, and Meera felt a strange warmth envelop her. She lifted her head and blinked through her tears. The room was the same, but somehow, it felt... brighter.

She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was imagining things, but when she opened them again, she wasn’t alone. A figure stood at the foot of her bed, glowing softly, radiating a comforting presence.

Meera gasped, her heart racing. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was a woman, dressed in simple white robes, her face kind yet powerful. There was an ethereal glow about her, like she...