Anshika had spent the last thirteen years trapped in the suffocating monotony of an ordinary life, where each day seemed a mere carbon copy of the last. The clock ticked on, unyielding in its consistency, and the very predictability of her existence had become a prison, suffocating her spirit. What had once been a life of promise had devolved into a cycle of relentless routine—stagnant and devoid of the vibrant colors that once painted her dreams.