AUTHOR'S POV

The air was heavy that evening, filled with the mingling sounds of laughter, tears, and the faint echo of shehnai still playing in the background. Priyanka’s parents stood at the doorstep, unable to hide the tremor in their eyes. Her mother’s hands shook as she fixed the dupatta over her daughter’s head one last time, whispering blessings between sobs. Her father, though trying to stay composed, broke down the moment Priyanka touched his feet.