Morning time, Rathore Mansion was glowing that evening, wrapped in a softness that only festivals could bring. Chandeliers shimmered like stars above, their light dancing across walls draped in marigold garlands and fresh jasmine strings and the fragrance of sandalwood mingled with that of flowers, filling every corner with warmth. The entire mansion looked alive, as if it, too, was celebrating something sacred. Yes you are guessing right, there is something special today.

Today was Teej—a festival that bound husband and wife not just through rituals, but through love, patience, and devotion. It was Misthi’s first Teej after everything, and the family had made sure not a single shadow touched her day. For the Rathores, it wasn’t just a festival—it was a reminder that bonds stronger than storms could still shine bright.