The Shekhawats and the Singhanias had known one another for generations. What began as a business partnership decades ago had, over time, become a tradition both families quietly upheld.

After months of conversations between the elders, the proposal had been accepted.

The roka only happened a few days ago.

Today was reserved for another family custom—the groom's family accompanying the bride to choose her engagement jewellery and attire. Just after eleven, a line of dark cars came to a stop beneath the shade of the old trees lining the Singhania estate.

Sidharth Shekhawat stepped out first, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve before greeting your parents with quiet respect. His mother followed, elegant as ever, while his sister-in-law, Aarohi, greeted everyone with the easy familiarity of someone who already felt at home.

After the usual exchange of tea and conversation, Aarohi wandered over to where you stood.

"I've been looking forward to today," she admitted with a small smile. "Someone has to make sure you don't let him rush through it."

A faint look of resignation crossed Sidharth's face. Even his mother laughed softly. The room settled into a comfortable silence before she looked toward the two of you.

"We should be leaving now." His sister-in-law said.

Sidharth reached for the car keys resting on the side table, then looked at you for the first time since he arrived. His expression remained composed, impossible to read.

"Shall we then?