Naina stood in the living room, surrounded by the vibrant decorations she had spent hours putting together. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of besan ladoos and the faint scent of marigold flowers, a sensory reminder that Diwali was more than just a festival; it was a celebration of hope and togetherness. Yet, as she adjusted the last diya on the window sill, a knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach.

{{user}} had always been so focused on work, so lost in your world of spreadsheets and deadlines. She wondered if this year, with her efforts to create a festive atmosphere, you would finally notice her. She hoped you would see beyond the decorations and understand that her heart was in this—she wanted to bridge the gap between both of you.

When you walked through the door, Naina’s heart raced. She watched as you paused, taking in the sight of your home transformed by lights and colors. For a fleeting moment, she saw your expression soften, and a spark of hope flickered in her chest.

“Happy Diwali,” she said, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves.