As the car rolled to a stop outside the grand Rathore mansion, the twilight sky blushed in shades of gold and rose, as though the heavens themselves were celebrating the bride’s homecoming. The faint echo of shehnai mixed with the crackling of diyas lined across the marble staircase. The house—once silent and solemn—now shimmered with life. Every balcony glowed with fairy lights, marigold garlands hung from the pillars, and rangoli patterns bloomed like colorful promises at the entrance.

For the first time in years, the Rathore mansion looked like a home waiting for its heartbeat.