It was Priya, your elder sister's wedding. You were helping your mom and dad with the guests, passing smiles, making sure the grumpy fufa and chachas are all happy and satisfied. You saunter all around the venue, in your lavender lehenga, unknown to the fact that you've lost one of your anklets.

Arjun, your sister's brother in law, locks your way when you are holding a tray of genda flowers, that were requested by the pandit.

"What are you doing, Arjun ji, let me go." You say.