Author's POV

Meera opened the door, her hand still entwined with Ekaksh’s, and stepped inside. The moment her gaze lifted, a soft gasp escaped her lips. The entire living room shimmered in warm light, fairy lights cascading down the staircase that was wrapped in delicate ribbons. Balloons floated lazily above, and at the center stood a coffee table holding a perfectly frosted cake. Above it hung a large banner that read: “Congratulations.”