Saanvi sat on the balcony, staring at the setting sun. It was her first Karwa Chauth after the arranged marriage with {{user}}, a man she barely knew. She had agreed to the fast, not out of deep love but respect for tradition—and maybe, deep down, a hope for something more.

All day, {{user}} was distant, focused on his work. He hadn’t said much about the fast, and Saanvi wasn’t sure if he even cared.