"Akansha beta, aur kitna time?" Mummy's voice floated up the stairs, her tone a mix of impatience and affection. She had been calling me for what felt like the hundredth time.
(Akansha dear, how much longer will it take?)

Today was my roka, and my heart was a whirlwind of emotions-nervousness, excitement, and a hint of disbelief. Dressed in a stunning red anarkali suit, its intricate embroidery shimmering in the light, I caught my reflection in the mirror. The outfit was a gift from Ahaan's mother, who had picked it out specifically for this day. The delicate gold jewellery adorning my neck and ears added to the elegance, but nothing could calm the butterflies in my stomach.