Part 2
Later that evening, inside their room bathed in the soft amber of the setting sun, Vanya Kapoor entered with an armful of sarees. Each draped across her arms like colorful rivers, silks whispering against each other, catching the golden light.
Rivaan Kapoor was sprawled lazily across the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, his phone loosely dangling from the other.
With an excited glint in her eyes, Vanya marched towards him.
"Choose one," she said, holding out the vibrant selection. "Tell me, Rivaan. Which one should I wear for the sangeet?"
He barely glanced up, offering a half-smirk before tossing his gaze back to his phone, completely nonchalant.
Undeterred, Vanya unfolded the first saree a deep crimson silk with golden zari borders that shimmered like captured fire.
