Author's pov:

Sanavika stood alone in her room, dressed as a bride, her heart heavy with uncertainty. Her mother, friends, and cousins arrived to escort her downstairs to the wedding ceremony. As she descended, she caught a glimpse of the crowded hall, but her eyes remain fix on the ground. She hadn't seen Avayukta yet, didn't know what he looked like, and didn't care. The wedding was a mere formality for both of them, a union without love or passion.