smile for the guests

Morning sunlight filled the house.

It looked warm.

Peaceful.

Perfect.

“Aanya, come here, beta!” her aunt called sweetly.

Aanya paused.

That voice—

It wasn’t real.

But she still walked in.

Her aunt smiled brightly, holding a plate of food.

“Eat before school, dear.”

Dear.

Aanya sat down slowly.

“…Thank you.”

Her uncle walked in, adjusting his watch.

“Study well, hmm? Make us proud.”

Aanya nodded.

“…Yes.”

From the outside—

They looked like a perfect family.

Kind.

Caring.

Supportive.

Even the neighbors thought so.

“Your aunt is so loving,” one woman once said.

“You’re so lucky, Aanya.”

Lucky.

Aanya smiled.

Because that’s what she was supposed to do.

“…Yes. I am.”

Later that day—

At school—

“Aanya! Your aunt came earlier,” her friend said excitedly.

“She brought sweets for the class!”

Aanya froze.

“…She did?”

“Yeah! She was so nice. She said you’re like her own daughter.”

Aanya’s fingers tightened slightly.

“…Of course she did.”

Because that’s what they always did.

They made sure everyone saw the version of them—

That didn’t exist.

Evenings were the worst.

Because that’s when the truth came back.

Aanya stepped inside the house quietly.

The smile she wore outside—

Faded instantly.

“Why are you late?” her uncle’s voice snapped.

“I stayed for extra class—”

“So now you make excuses?”

Her heart dropped.

“…No, I—”

“Don’t talk back.”

Silence.

Her aunt walked in.

The same woman who smiled so sweetly outside.

Now—

Her face was different.

Cold.

“You embarrassed us today.”

Aanya blinked.

“…What?”

“You didn’t thank me properly at school.”

“I—I did—”

“You should’ve smiled more.”

Silence.

“…Sorry.”

She said it again.

Like always.

That night—

Laughter filled the house.

Not for her.

Guests had come over.

“Aanya, come greet them!” her aunt called happily.

Aanya walked in slowly.

“There she is!” someone said.

“So polite. So well-raised.”

Her aunt laughed softly.

“We treat her like our own child.”

Aanya smiled.

Because she had to.

“Hello,” she said quietly.

“Such a sweet girl,” another guest said.

“You’re so lucky to have such a loving family.”

Lucky.

Again.

“…Yes,” Aanya whispered.

After the guests left—

The house fell silent again.

The smiles disappeared.

The warmth vanished.

Like it had never been there.

“Clean everything,” her uncle said flatly.

Aanya nodded.

“…Yes.”

She cleaned the plates.

The floor.

The table.

Every trace of happiness—

Gone.

Later—

At the window—

Her safe place.

Aanya sat quietly, staring at the dark sky.

“…Why do they do that?”

Her voice was soft.

“…Why are they different?”

No answer.

Only silence.

But tonight—

Her thoughts didn’t stop there.

“…Why does no one see it?”

Because everyone believed the smiles.

The kindness.

The act.

No one saw the truth.

Except her.

Her fingers curled slightly.

“…If I tell someone…”

She paused.

“…Will they believe me?”

The thought felt fragile.

Scary.

But also—

Important.

Because now—

She knew something.

The problem wasn’t just the house.

It was the mask.

And masks—

Could fall.

The next day—

At school—

Her teacher looked at her again.

Gently.

Carefully.

“Aanya… how are things at home?”

Aanya hesitated.

Her mind filled with images—

Smiles.

Guests.

Kind words.

And then—

Cold voices.

Sharp eyes.

Silence.

Her hands trembled slightly.

“…They’re nice.”

The lie came out automatically.

But this time—

It didn’t feel right.

Her teacher didn’t speak.

Just waited.

Aanya looked down.

“…They’re nice… to others.”

Silence.

Then—

Very quietly—

“…But not to me.”

The words hung in the air.

Heavy.

Real.

And for the first time—

The truth wasn’t just inside her anymore.

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