The air was thick with jasmine and marigold as the sun set over Kolkata. Priya’s wedding was in full swing, and Aisha felt out of place among so many unfamiliar faces.

Across the courtyard, Raj, a childhood friend of the groom, spotted Aisha. He noticed her struggling with her saree and, with a mix of pity and amusement, walked over to help.

"You look like you could use some assistance," he said with a smirk.

Aisha bristled. "I can manage, thank you."

"Suit yourself," Raj replied, shrugging and walking away.