Raavi's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself seated in a lavishly decorated room, adorned in a bridal outfit. The intricate embroidery on her lehenga shimmered under the golden light of the chandeliers. Her wrists were heavy with bangles, and a dupatta was draped over her head. She could feel the weight of the jewelry against her skin, but what felt heavier was the suffocating dread in her chest.

A makeup artist was carefully applying the final touches to her face, oblivious to the turmoil within her. As the brush stroked her cheek, a sudden wave of realization crashed over Raavi. This was wrong. This was not how her life was supposed to be. Panic surged through her veins, and she violently shoved the artist away. The stool toppled over as the woman stumbled back, gasping in shock.