The living room was filled with a warm, buzzing energy. After the rain scare, everyone had settled inside—laughing, chatting, and basking in the afterglow of the unexpected happiness. Rajveer and Vikrant sat on the couch, already discussing the Roka ceremony dates, while Anuradha and Indira exchanged notes on venues and catering. The elders were already halfway into planning mode, and it felt like everything was falling into place faster than anyone had expected.

Dharsh and Dhwani sat side by side, their shoulders almost touching on the corner of the couch. Diya, meanwhile, had refused to calm down. She was practically bouncing where she stood, squealing every now and then with pure excitement.