The wedding day loomed closer with every sunrise, and the house had become a battlefield of lists, fabrics, and endless relatives. I barely had a moment to breathe, let alone steal time with Raghav.

Yash and Kavya hovered constantly—choosing caterers, finalizing playlists, arguing over guest seating. Every time Raghav and I brushed past each other in the hallway, we managed only hurried kisses pressed against walls or behind half-closed doors, his tongue slid in against mine for seconds before footsteps forced us apart.