Characters:

Narrator 1

Narrator 2

The Girl (Main Character: Aanya)

The Girl’s Father (Mr. Sharma)

The Girl’s Mother (Mrs. Sharma)

The Girl’s Grandmother (Dadi)

The Girl’s Aunt (Bua)

The Girl's Father's Friend (Rohit)

The Ojha (Exorcist)

The Girl’s Husband (Arjun)

The Girl’s Father-in-Law (Mr. Verma)

The Girl’s Mother-in-Law (Mrs. Verma)

NGO Worker 2 (Meera)

Act 1:

(Scene opens in a modest home. A pregnant Mrs. Sharma is seated while her family awaits
the arrival of the Ojha.)

Narrator 1:

In a small village, the Sharma family eagerly awaited the birth of their child. Their hopes
rested on the words of the Ojha, who had promised to reveal the unborn child’s future.

(The Ojha enters, places his hand over Mrs. Sharma’s belly.)

Ojha:

(Ashirwad) A boy will be born. He will bring honor and prosperity to your family.

(Mr. Sharma’s face lights up with joy.)

Mr. Sharma:

(Smiling broadly) A boy! Finally, a son to carry our name forward.

(Gratefully) This is wonderful news, Ojha ji. We are blessed.

Rohit:

(Joyfully) Congratulations friend! You will now become a father. The boy will bring honor and
pride to this house and will make us all feel proud.

Dadi:

(Skeptical) But why does it always have to be about a boy? Why can’t a girl bring honor to
the family?

Ojha:

(With authority) The spirits speak of a boy. He is destined to bring wealth and respect to this
household.

Mr. Sharma:

(Nodding firmly) Yes, a son will ensure our family’s future.

(Mrs. Sharma rests her hands on her belly, reassured but silently pondering Dadi’s words.)

Act 2:

(Nine months later. The family gathers outside the birthing room. The nurse brings out the
baby.)

Narrator 2:
But fate had different plans. When the moment came, it wasn’t a boy but a girl who was
born, turning joy into confusion and disappointment.

(Mr. Sharma first lifted the child and when he found out that this is a girl.)

Mr. Sharma:

(Shocked) I think I have got a wrong kid in my hands. Does someone know whose kid is
this? Please come and take her.

Mrs. Sharma:

This is our child only.

Mr. Sharma:

A girl?! This can’t be possible. I wanted a boy.

Mrs. Sharma:

(Tearfully holding the baby) She’s our child… can’t we love her the same?

Mr. Sharma:

(Furious) A girl will only bring us shame and burden! The Ojha has deceived us.

Dadi:

(Softly, but with conviction) A girl is just as much a blessing. Mark my words, she’ll bring
pride to this family one day.

Bua:
(Interjecting) How can a girl ever bring honor? The Ojha promised us a boy, and we should
demand answers!

Dadi:

(Tauntly speaking) You are a girl yourself and yes you have contributed to our tea shortage.

(Bua was speechless and makes some weird face.)

(Mr. Sharma, fuming, leaves the house to confront the Ojha.)

Act 3:

(Mr. Sharma bursts into the Ojha’s home, filled with rage.)

Ojha:

(Calmly) Sharma ji, what brings you here in such a state?

Mr. Sharma:

(Seething with anger) You lied to us! You said we’d have a boy, but a girl was born! How dare
you deceive us!

Rohit:

Beat him! He lied to us. (Also going beat him). You should have thought a thousand times
before you lied to us. Now face the consequences.

Ojha:
(Defensively) I only spoke what the spirits revealed to me. I cannot control the will of the
gods.

Mr. Sharma:

(Losing control) You gave us false hope! You made us believe in a future that will never
come!

(Without warning, Mr. Sharma grabs the Ojha by the collar and begins to beat him.)

Mr. Sharma:

(Shouting) You fraud! You’ve cursed our family with your lies!

Rohit:

He lies to all innocent people giving them false hopes and do the same fraud with them as
he did with us.

(Mr. Sharma and Rohit beating him furiously and mercilessly)

Ojha:

(Begging) Please, stop! I did nothing wrong! The spirits spoke to me.

(Mr. Sharma and Rohit strikes him again before storming out, leaving the Ojha dazed and
shaken.)

Act 4:
(Back at the Sharma household, Dadi has fallen gravely ill. Aanya, still a child, sits by her
bedside.)

Narrator 1:

Despite the harsh words spoken over her birth, Dadi remained Aanya’s constant source of
support and love. But life had its own plans, and Dadi’s health began to fail.

Aanya:

(Crying softly) Dadi, please don’t leave me. You’re the only one who understands.

Dadi:

(Weakly) Beta, listen to me. You are strong… stronger than they know. Don’t let anyone tell
you otherwise.

Mrs. Sharma:

(Tearfully) Maa, please… don’t speak like this.

Dadi:

(Faintly) She is a diamond. Don’t let her light go out… promise me…

(Dadi’s voice trails off as she takes her last breath. Aanya cries inconsolably.)

Narrator 2:

With Dadi’s death, Aanya lost her only champion, the one person who believed in her
potential. The darkness that followed was overwhelming.

Act 5:
(Aanya, now older, is secretly reading a book she borrowed from her neighbour.)

Narrator 1:

But the fire Dadi ignited in Aanya didn’t die. Despite the oppressive atmosphere, Aanya’s
desire to learn only grew stronger.

(Mr. Sharma enters and sees her reading. His face turns red with rage.)

Mr. Sharma:

(Roaring) What are you doing with that book?! How dare you disobey me?

Rohit:

Books are not for girls! Only boys deserve to read and write and be a literate man. A girl is
just supposed to do the household chores and nothing else. It is their responsibility to only
and only be a good daughter, wife and mother.

(He snatches the book from her hands and throws it aside.)

Mr. Sharma:

(Shouting) You are a girl! Your place is here, serving your family—not reading like a boy!

Aanya:

(Crying) But I want to learn, Papa and Uncle! I want to do more…

Mrs. Sharma:

(Hurriedly) Please, let her go, she’s just a child…

Don’t support her bhabhi! He is doing everything right.

Mrs. Sharma:

Be quiet Rohit! It’s our family matter! It’s our personal matter. It’s none of your business. So
be quiet and stand aside!

(Rohit, after being dishonoured so badly by Mrs. Sharma, sneaked out of the house
shamefully and covering face)

Mr.Sharma:

(Angrily) No! I won’t let her fill her head with useless ideas. She’ll do as I say!

Bua:

(Sneering) That’s right. Girls need to stay in their place. Books are for boys.

(Aanya sobs silently, her spirit momentarily crushed.)

Act 6:

(After sometime, Aanya's Adolescence started. So as her menstruation.)

Aanya:

Mother, I am feeling so much body pain, I am several cramps.

Narrator 2:
 Mrs. Sharma immediately realized that her menstruation would have started. Mrs. Sharma
tried to help her, But Bua, who never wants peace in the house and always wants the house
to be at fire for her own entertainment, she was shocked and couldn’t believe that how
could she help her.

Bua:

(Tauntly saying) Look! She is allowing her to rest but not work. What a careless mother!
She’s already starting to behave like a queen.

(Mr. Sharma enters the room)

Mr. Sharma:

What! That’s hilarious. Are you crazy Aanya's mother? She has to work and you are making
her rest. What a shame!

(Mr. Sharma talking to Aanya.)

Mr. Sharma:

You fool! Why are you resting? You should be in the kitchen doing household chores!

(Mr. Sharma dragged her out of the room in front of her mother. But her mother stood still
and couldn’t do anything.)

Mr. Sharma:

Go you useless fool! Do that work.

Narrator 1:

Aanya was crying so much but no came to even look at her. Even her mother was
threatened if she helped her, she would have to face the harsh consequences.
Act 7:

(Aanya is married off at a young age to Rohit, a wealthy but abusive man. He in-laws are
greedy and demand a car as dowry.)

(A few days later, Arjun comes home drunk.)

Arjun:

(Slurring) What have you been doing all day? I hope you haven’t been wasting my money!
And where is my paneer?! Why is this bitter gourd in my house? That’s my least favorite!

Aanya:

(Quietly) I’ve been cleaning and cooking, just like you wanted.

Arjun:

(Laughs mockingly) Cleaning? It looks like a tornado hit this place! You’re a disgrace. Even
the cockroaches have packed their bags and left.

Aanya:

(Desperately) I’m trying, please just give me a chance!

Arjun:

(Shouting) A chance? You think you deserve a chance? You’re lucky I even keep you around!

Arjun:
(Sneering) You should be thankful I’m not kicking you out! You wouldn’t survive on your
own.

Aanya:

(Voice trembling) I can’t keep living like this.

Arjun:

(Angrily) Then change! But I’m not here to babysit you.(Paused for a second) And where's
my paneer!?

Mrs. Verma:

(Coldly) Where is the Maruti 800 and the money we asked for? Your family’s pride must be
as low as your worth.

Aanya:

(Pleading) We gave you everything we had. Please, try to understand…

Arjun:

(Slurring) You’re useless! You couldn’t even bring proper dowry into this house!

Mr. Verma:

(Menacingly) You should be grateful we accepted you at all. Without the car and the dowry,
you are worthless to us.

Mrs. Verma:

(Harshly) You’re nothing without what your family can give us. We expect full payment
soon! Or else you will face the consequences. You and your family should have some
respect for the tradition. A marriage is incomplete without the dowry or else the girl is a
burden to the family.

Mr. Verma:

You are lucky to have him, Aanya. Stop acting like a burden! Tell your family to give us the
dowry we deserve.

Act 8:

(Rohit falls ill with cancer and eventually dies. His family demands that Aanya follow the
tradition of sati—burning herself on her husband’s pyre.)

Mr. Verma:

(Commanding) It’s tradition. You must follow your husband to the pyre and fulfill your duty
as a wife.

Mrs. Verma:

(Cruelly) You belong to him even in death. It’s what a good wife does. And since your family
has not given us anything, it is what you deserve. You and your family will never have the
respect for the tradition and customs. He should have married to a rich girl.

Aanya:

No! I will not die for a man who never respected me!

(In an act of defiance, Aanya runs away from her in-laws’ home, determined to live her life
on her own terms.)

Act 9:
(Years later, Aanya is seen standing on a stage during an award ceremony hosted by the
NGO she now works for. Her family, including her father, mother, and brother, are seated in
the audience.)

Narrator 1:

After years of struggle and perseverance, Aanya transformed her life. She refused to be
defined by the limitations society placed on her and went on to empower other women
through her work at the NGO.

(Riya, an NGO worker, takes the stage to introduce Aanya.)

Riya (NGO Worker 1):

(Smiling) Today, we honor a woman who has shown remarkable courage. Aanya, your
journey from oppression to empowerment is an inspiration to us all. You didn’t just change
your life, you’ve changed the lives of many others.

(The audience applauds. Meera, the second NGO worker, steps forward.)

Meera (NGO Worker 2):

(Confidently) Aanya’s resilience reminds us all why our work is so important. She
represents hope for those still caught in the cycle of oppression. It is women like Aanya
who break these chains and give strength to others. She fought back against abuse,
prejudice, and tradition—and won.

(Aanya stands to accept the award. She smiles, then steps to the podium to address the
crowd.)

Aanya:
(With emotion) This award is not just for me, but for every girl who was told she couldn’t do
something because of her gender. For every woman who was silenced, for every daughter
who was made to feel like a burden. Today, I stand here because I refused to accept that
fate.

(Mrs. Sharma is teary-eyed in the audience. Mr. Sharma watches with a conflicted
expression, his pride mixed with regret.)

Aanya:

(Pausing) I wasn’t just fighting for myself. I was fighting for my Dadi, who always believed in
me. For my mother, who was too afraid to speak up. And for every girl who thinks her
dreams don’t matter. We matter. We are powerful.

(More applause as Aanya finishes her speech. Riya and Meera smile at her from the side of
the stage.)

Meera (NGO Worker 2):

(Clapping) You’ve done something incredible, Aanya. You’ve turned your pain into purpose.

Riya (NGO Worker 1):

(Grinning) You’ve shown everyone here what real strength looks like. And now, you’re giving
that strength to others. That’s the true victory.

Act 10:

(After the ceremony, Aanya’s family approaches her. Mr. Sharma hesitates for a moment,
then steps forward.)

Mr. Sharma:
(Humbled) Aanya… I don’t have the words to express how proud I am of you. I failed you in
the past. I see that now. But today, I realize just how strong and capable you are.

Aanya:

(Slightly emotional) Papa, it wasn’t easy. But I had to prove to myself—and to you—that I
was worth more than what society told me.

Mrs. Sharma:

(Tearfully) I’m so sorry, beta. I should’ve stood by you more. You’ve become everything I
couldn’t be.

Aanya:

(Softly) It’s not your fault, Maa. We were all trapped by the same expectations. But things
can be different now—for all of us.

(Mr. Sharma steps closer, placing a hand on her shoulder.)

Mr. Sharma:

(Sincerely) I see that now. I see it in you. You’ve taught us all a lesson—one I should have
learned long ago.

(Bua steps forward, her expression softening.)

Bua:

(Softly) Aanya, I may have been hard on you, but seeing you here today fills me with pride. I
can see the strength you carry, and I’m proud of the woman you’ve become. Maybe there’s
more to life than just following tradition.
Aanya:

(With warmth) Thank you, Bua. Your support means a lot to me. Together, we can show
everyone that girls can shine just as brightly.

Bua:

(Smiling) You’ve shown us all that, Aanya. Keep pushing boundaries, and never stop
believing in yourself.

Narrator 1:

The seeds of changes were planted. Aanya's story wasn’t just her own anymore – it was a
name that lit the path for others to follow.

Narrator 2:

The road to equality and freedom is long, but it begins with the courage to stand up and
demand change. Aanya's life is a proof that even the heaviest chains can be broken when
we dare to fight.