The air was thick with excitement and reverence as the wedding rituals began at the Malhotra mansion. The house had transformed into a temple of tradition, with vibrant flowers, sacred lights, and the sound of a harmonium filling the air.

Anaya sat by the altar, her heart racing. The morning light streamed in through the windows, casting an ethereal glow on her. She had always dreamed of this moment, but now, as it was finally happening, everything felt surreal. The chaos of the past few days had led up to this one pivotal moment—her marriage to Rivan.