We rarely talk about the ache that comes from watching another woman shine — especially when it’s someone close. A friend. A cousin. A sister. Not because we don’t love her.But because her glow flickers something inside us.A question. A wound. A memory. This is a story about two sisters — Anmol and Karishma.It’s a story about a man named Karan.But more than that, it’s a story about the unspoken jealousy we don’t admit, and the heartbreak we quietly carry. ☀️ Anmol’s Story: The Chosen One It was finally happening.I was getting engaged to the man who made me feel seen. Safe. Special.Karan. He knew how to hold a room…