NITYA'S POV

The soft clinking of bangles echoed in the room as I adjusted the dupatta over my shoulder, the fabric shimmering under the warm glow of the chandelier. My reflection in the mirror took my breath away for a moment. The dark pink lehenga hugged my curves perfectly, embroidered with intricate silver patterns that shimmered like tiny stars. The blouse, with its deep neckline, felt like it was designed to drive him wild. I ran my fingers over the delicate gold embroidery, feeling the weight of the fabric and the emotions that came with it.