The warm morning light poured through the towering glass windows of the Sharma Mansion, casting golden rays onto the lavish dining area. The aroma of freshly brewed South Indian filter coffee, buttery parathas, and spiced poha filled the air.

Noor stepped down the grand staircase, still feeling slightly self-conscious in her deep red saree. Her dark, long hair fell in soft damp waves over her shoulders, framing her delicate face. The delicate red silk string tied across her bare back felt like a whisper of fire against her fair skin, but she kept her composure, holding the pallu securely around her waist.