Morning had just begun to unfold in the quiet village. The air smelled fresh, carrying the earthy scent of damp soil after last night's drizzle. Birds chirped, cows mooed in the distance, and the faint chatter of villagers filled the air.

Manya stepped out of Reyansh’s private house, completely unaware of the storm that was about to consume her life. Her mind wasn’t occupied with worries about what people might think — she wasn’t that type of girl. She didn’t care for gossip or judgment; she simply wanted to get home before her stepmother’s temper flared.