Anmol’s heart raced as she strode down the corridor, each step echoing with quiet determination. The palatial villa, once filled with the warmth of laughter and celebration, now felt suffocating, a prison of memories threatening to overwhelm her. The faint strains of music filtered through the walls—a cruel reminder of the wedding she was walking away from.

As she neared her parents’ room, doubts crept in. Would they understand? Would they listen? But the weight of her heartbreak, of Raj’s betrayal and Priya’s love, far outweighed her fears. She took a steadying breath and knocked softly, her knuckles grazing the cool wood.