Chahat stood admiring the moon, a soft blush colouring her cheeks. The moon peeked through drifting black rain clouds, hinting gently at the downpour that was sure to arrive. Tonight felt special, as if the skies themselves mirrored the abundance of love her heart had received today. A shy smile tugged at her lips as she bit the lower one, her thoughts briefly returning to the events of the day.

She wore a deep red kurti, fitted till the bust like a blouse, before cascading into sheer net fabric that flowed down to her ankles, giving the illusion of a full-length kurti. A rich, matching dupatta rested elegantly on her shoulders, completing the graceful attire. Around her neck lay the agnivanshi pendant, a symbol of his presence.