As the wedding festivities dwindle and the sun sets over the Rane household, the atmosphere is thick with anticipation and unspoken tension. Antia stands in front of the ornate mirror in her bridal suite, adjusting her veil, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The weight of Rishav's expectations lingers in her mind, echoing the stern conversations they had leading up to this day.

Outside, the sounds of laughter and celebration drift through the air, but for Antia, the noise feels distant, almost surreal. She takes a deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves, when a soft knock on the door interrupts her thoughts. It’s Sumi, her mother, who enters with a warm smile that falters when she sees the worry etched on her daughter’s face.