The Malhotra mansion was buzzing with laughter, music, and marigold flowers. Strings of lights blinked like stars in daylight, and the aroma of henna and sweets filled the air.
Anaya sat on a velvet cushion, hands stretched, giggling as the mehendi artist traced delicate patterns on her palms.
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