The Raghuvardhan haveli in Jodhpur glowed under the late afternoon sun, its sandstone walls adorned with marigolds and silken drapes for the grand wedding of Vikram Singh Raghuvardhan. The courtyard hummed with activity—women crafting floral rangolis, musicians tuning their instruments, and the scent of incense lingering in the air. Sanvi Ahuja stood in the bridal chamber, her reflection in the ornate mirror revealing a vision in crimson. The heavy lehenga, embroidered with gold zari, hugged her slender frame, and the maang tikka on her forehead gleamed as she adjusted it with trembling fingers. At twenty-three, Sanvi’s almond-shaped eyes held a quiet resolve, but beneath her composed exterior, uncertainty stirred.