The evening glittered in hues of gold and ivory. Chandeliers glowed above the grand ballroom, their crystals scattering light like stars, while violins hummed softly in the background. Guests moved gracefully across the marble floor, champagne glasses in hand, gossiping and complimenting each other’s outfits.

In the midst of it all stood Ruaan Sharma, looking effortlessly poised in a tailored black tuxedo. His calm smile masked the chaos that had unfolded over the past few days. Beside him, Mrs. Meera Sharma, his mother, looked radiant and proud, greeting every guest with the warmth of a true socialite.