Author's POV~

Aayansh had thought of everything. Despite the chaos and her lack of time to gather her essentials, he ensured that Kriti had everything she needed to get ready.

She emerged in a stunning teal sharara suit adorned with delicate floral embroidery that cascade over the bodice and hem. The soft dupatta, draped elegantly over her shoulder and trailed behind her.

Kriti adjusted her dupatta slightly and glanced at herself in the mirror, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.

“How do I look?” Kriti asked softly, standing by the doorway, her voice barely interrupting the sound of Aayansh typing furiously on his laptop.