There was a village so beautiful that even the mountains seemed to bow to its silence. From afar, you could see endless hills touching the sky, wrapped in a blanket of greenery. Small houses stood here and there, as if carefully placed by nature itself.People called it Milansaar (familiar ) a place where hearts were open, where joy and sorrow were never carried alone.In one of those houses lived a small family.And in that family… lived a girl named Rizvi.She was the eldest among her siblings—calm, gentle, and wise beyond her age. Everyone respected her, not just because she was the