Her name was Siyana Jad. She rose to honor by people of her clan during her early twenties. And why not! she had sacrificed big things in her life for her clan. But if you ask her, what was that? She would mock it off saying, 'may be I was Possessed.' Initially, she laughed off her sacrifices. She did not take them seriously. But the nature of psychology is going from simple to complex. People, in their minds, in their whispers, in their evening meetings regarded her sacrifices as something unusual.
Before she knew, she rose to become a Demi-God for her clan. People, actually, worshipped her. Though, it is a different thing, those who respect you, worship you for your sacrifices, expect for even more sacrifices. More discipline. Chastity. More restraints.
She went through all drama (leela) unattached. But on the lonesome days, she would feel deep in her heart that unknowingly, she chose heaven, while she was born for hell. If tasting life in all flavors meant Hell, then it shall be hell only.
Siyana Jad, better known as S. J. now, closed her eyes, before it was her time. She chose it. People called it a Samadhi. But some of them knew, it was her Hell. And she was glad to choose it, however.