The day bled into evening, and as the last vestiges of twilight faded, a heavy quiet descended upon the house. For Mahi, the approaching night held no anticipation of romance or intimacy.

Her mind was a tumultuous storm, replaying Seema's cruel words like a broken record. The idea of a "first night" was a distant, hazy concept, overshadowed by the chilling accusations that had poisoned her afternoon. Is this just an obligation? A charity? Does he truly not want me?
With a sigh, she picked up Arav, who was now peacefully asleep in her arms, and made her way to their room. The door creaked open, revealing a sight that, under different circumstances, would have filled her with wonder. The room was bathed in the soft, flickering glow of countless candles, their gentle light dancing over a bed strewn with fragrant rose petals. The air was thick with the sweet scent of blossoms, creating an atmosphere of breathtaking romance.