She walked down the aisle in a bright red saree. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought hard not to break down in front of everyone. She didn't even know his name, let alone what his face looked like beneath the veil. She quietly sat beside him, and before she knew it, they were married. His face remained entirely cold, devoid of any expression. As they got up to complete the rituals, she lost her footing and was about to trip, but a firm, cold hand caught her by her bare waist. Expecting a scolding, she instinctively looked back, remembering the angry eyes of her father during the vidai.

Only the groom and his father were present for her send-off; no one else from her family had bothered to show up. Her mind went numb, and she couldn't move an inch. When his father raised his voice to call her forward, she forced her feet to move despite her hesitation. She couldn't bring herself to return her father's hug or say a proper goodbye. Instead, she turned around, walked away, and sat silently inside the BMW.