The heavy wooden door of the bridal suite clicked shut behind them, sealing the world outside. Soft golden light from the silk-shaded lamps bathed the luxurious honeymoon suite in warm hues. Jasmine and rose petals were scattered across the king-sized bed, their sweet fragrance mixing with the faint scent of sandalwood incense that the hotel staff had thoughtfully lit.

Aarav stood near the door, still in his cream and gold sherwani, his tall frame tense with restrained anticipation. His eyes, dark and intense, followed his new bride as she moved further into the room. Meera, dressed in a deep red lehenga that hugged her curves like a second skin, looked every bit the traditional Indian bride—her dupatta long discarded, heavy gold jewelry still adorning her neck, ears, and wrists. Her kohl-lined eyes were downcast, cheeks flushed a deep pink. This was their suhagrat. Their first night as husband and wife after an arranged marriage.