The garden was alive with colors and laughter. Fireworks bloomed across the night sky, painting it in streaks of red, green, and gold. Everyone stood outside, phones raised, capturing the shimmering chaos in the air.

On one side, Vamika stood with Nyra, Kritika, and Prarthana, smiling faintly as the bursts of light reflected in her eyes. Everything was perfect—until suddenly, she felt a sharp tug on her dupatta.