Author’s pov

The room smelled faintly of roses and sandalwood, the fragrance mingling with the sharp scent of fresh marigold garlands hanging by the window. Asthika stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the heavy bridal dupatta over her head. Gold ornaments clinked softly with every movement, a delicate sound that should have brought joy but her reflection looked nothing like a happy bride.

Her phone buzzed again on the dresser. An unknown number flashed on the screen for the third time in five minutes.

Her throat went dry. She swallowed, ignoring the call.

Then… a shadow flickered past the sheer curtains of the balcony.