Heer Mehra’s alarm buzzed softly at 6:30 AM, dragging her out of sleep. She rubbed her eyes, Draged herself in bathroom, after doing her businesss, pulled on a simple kurti and jeans, and headed to the tiny kitchen corner of her rented room in Delhi. The morning was cold, but she managed to boil water for tea. Toast or fresh bread was a luxury she could rarely afford, so she sipped her tea slowly, trying to wake up fully.

Her room was small — just enough for a bed, a table stacked with law books and files, and a cupboard with a few clothes. The walls were plain but had pictures of her family back home, and some motivational quotes taped up — reminders of why she was working so hard.

After a quick glance at the clock, she grabbed her worn-out bag and stepped into the noisy Delhi streets. The traffic was already building up, and the usual honking filled the air. She hurried to catch the crowded metro, standing tightly packed among strangers but keeping her focus on the day ahead.

At the law firm where Heer worked, everything was modest. The office was small, the furniture old, and the clients mostly people from poor neighborhoods who couldn’t afford big lawyers. Heer didn’t mind. She loved this work. Every day, she met people whose problems were often ignored by others — families cheated out of their homes, workers denied wages, or women fighting for their rights.

She spent her hours preparing documents, talking to clients, and attending court hearings. The courtroom was intimidating — big, cold, and full of powerful people who often looked down on her because she was young and a woman. But Heer was fearless. She believed in justice and fought for every case with all her heart.

Despite the challenges, Heer dreamed bigger than the cramped room she lived in or the small cases she handled. She wanted to become a well-known criminal lawyer — someone who could make a real difference, who could stand up against corruption and injustice.

At night, after long hours of work, Heer sometimes felt lonely. The city was big and busy, but she was mostly on her own. Her family lived far away, and although they supported her, they couldn’t be with her every day. She missed them, but she never let that sadness stop her.

Every day was a struggle — from managing tight money, cooking simple meals, to balancing work and study — but Heer faced it all with hope. Because she knew that one day, all this hard work would pay off. One day, her name would be known, and she would be the voice for those who had none.