The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the bedroom. Jhavni stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the pleats of her saree with practiced ease. The grey net fabric draped over her slender figure like liquid silver, its intricate embroidery shimmering with every movement. Tiny silver sequins were woven into the delicate fabric, catching the light and making her look ethereal. The saree hugged her curves perfectly, the sheer material giving just enough glimpse of her toned waist. 

Her matching sleeveless blouse was equally breathtaking— adorned with silver threadwork, its thin dori tied at the nape of her neck, leaving most of her back bare. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, slightly damp from her recent shower. She reached for her silver jhumkas, her jhumkas swayed gently as she fastened them in place, their tiny bells emitting a soft chime with every movement. She carefully applied a soft shade of lipstick, then reached for her sindoor box, sliding a deep red line along her hair parting, which is always hidden in the college due to long hair and hairstyle. Finally, she adorned her wrists with silver bangles, their soft clinking filling the quiet room.

But despite her seemingly calm process, her eyes flickered toward the mirror, narrowing slightly as she caught sight of the man standing behind her.

Shourya leaned lazily against the wardrobe, a smug smirk playing on his lips. His  light brownish beige colour suit fit him perfectly, the crisp black shirt the top few buttons remained undone, his tie draped loosely around his neck as if he had no urgency to finish getting ready.