The golden morning sun of Jaipur peeked through the intricately carved jharokhas of Reyansh's century-old haveli. The air was already buzzing with the scent of haldi, rose petals, and chaos.
"Maaa! Where's my yellow diamond earrings? The one with mirror work!" Prisha shouted, rummaging through a heap of clothes and stuff in her suitcase.




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