The Raisinghania mansion glowed with golden fairy lights as laughter and music filled the air. The scent of marigolds drifted through every corner while the sounds of clinking bangles and rustling silk blended with the rhythm of dhol beats. Everyone in the family was busy preparing for the wedding. Tomorrow was Sneha Raisinghania's big day, and the entire house buzzed with excitement and nervous energy.

The haldi and mehndi ceremonies had been completed beautifully. The guests were still talking about how lovely Sneha had looked, her hands decorated with deep red henna and her cheeks glowing with turmeric. The groom's family had arrived earlier that afternoon and were settled comfortably in the guest suites. The mansion looked like a royal palace, alive with people and colors.