The day after the fateful wedding had passed, the house was abuzz with activity. In the early morning light, the Oberoi mansion transformed into a hive of meticulous preparation. Every corridor, every room, was a stage where tradition met modernity—a space where old rituals were honored and new hopes were quietly nurtured.

In the drawing room, servants moved with choreographed precision. The sweet fragrance of fresh marigolds and jasmine filled the air as they hung garlands along the walls and doorways. Intricate patterns of rangoli were drawn on the courtyard floor, their vibrant colors a promise of auspicious beginnings. The house, usually so quiet and reserved, now hummed with an energy that was both joyful and bittersweet.