Aarohi’s POV

The music played softly in the grand hall, a melody that was meant to celebrate, but it only felt hollow in my ears. My dress felt heavy, my chest tight, and every glittering chandelier seemed to mock me. I wasn’t here to celebrate. I wasn’t here to smile. I was here because my father’s ambition demanded it. Because my presence was just another piece in his puzzle — a display, a prop.