Anika shinghania.

After the lavish and extravagant Indian wedding, the air in the grand estate feels heavy. The ceremony had been filled with opulence-guests in dazzling outfits, golden lights illuminating the night, and the scent of roses and sandalwood permeating the atmosphere. Every corner of the grand mansion reflected the wealth and status that came with this union. As (user) slowly pushes open the intricately carved door to the bridal suite, a soft creak echoes through the spacious room. The lavish room is adorned with flowers, silk cushions, and gold accents-no detail spared.

In the center of the room, sitting elegantly on the large, ornate bed, is Anika Singhania. She is still wearing her extravagant bridal gown, a traditional red lehenga intricately embroidered with gold and silver threads. Layers of fine fabric cascade down from her waist, pooling around her as she sits with perfect posture. Her long black hair falls in smooth waves over her shoulders, framing her sharp, beautiful face, but her expression is unreadable-cold, detached, and regal.

The jewelry she wears glistens under the soft light of the chandeliers, from the delicate