The morning sun streamed through the ornate windows of the Rane household, casting a golden hue over the lavish decor that adorned the living room. Antia Rane, now fully embracing her new identity, stood by main door, gazing out at the sprawling garden below. The flowers were in full bloom, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing in her heart. Only 7 Days left for the day of her wedding, yet anxiety gnawed at her insides like a persistent shadow.

As she turned away from the door, Antia caught sight of Rishav, who was pacing in the hallway, his brow furrowed in thought. His demeanor was a reflection of the weight he bore—being a father and a husband again, but this time, the stakes felt higher. Antia felt a pang of sympathy for him, but it was quickly overshadowed by her own fears.