Rishaan wandered aimlessly through the section of the showroom dedicated to vibrant suits and regal kurtas—the air heavy with the mingling scents of fresh fabric, faint perfume, and the subtle polish of display wood. Normally, he would have passed through here without a second glance, his mind preoccupied with anything but clothing. But today… today felt different.

He didn’t know why. Perhaps it was the soft wedding playlist drifting through the speakers, the gentle rhythm of tabla and dholak tugging at something inside him. Perhaps it was the dim, golden lighting that turned the racks into a shimmering wonderland, making every outfit look like it belonged in a dream. Or perhaps, it was what he saw next.