The Khurana estate was a glittering symphony of light, music, and laughter as Vanya arrived. Chandeliers sparkled above, casting fractured rainbows across the polished marble floors. Fairy lights wrapped elegantly around pillars, twinkling like distant stars. The scent of fresh flowers mingled with the rich aroma of gourmet food being set out for the evening, wrapping the estate in a heady, intoxicating warmth.

Vanya hovered at the edge of the crowd, hands clasped tightly in front of her, every nerve alive. She scanned familiar faces, tentative smiles, and polite conversations—but her gaze kept drifting, always searching for him. Aariv. Where are you? Her heart fluttered nervously as she imagined the moment he might finally notice her, the way he might smile, and the soft warmth of his eyes settling on her.