One Home. Two Daughters. And a Checklist That Was Never Theirs. Vaani and Sakshi. Their names were whispered with a tone — not one of affection, but of evaluation. To the outside world, Sakshi was the “share this rishta with your son” girl.Simple. Educated. Responsible. Still unmarried, but at least she had sanskaar. Vaani was the wild card.Red lips. Ripped jeans. Hair dyed too blonde for comfort. Out late. Always tired. Always on her phone. Always locking her room. When asked about her job, Vaani gave vague answers like, “It’s demanding but pays well. I entertain online clients. Late-night hours. You know how it is.” No one questioned further. They…