The entire house was glowing in hues of yellow.

It wasn’t just decoration it felt like happiness had taken a physical form and wrapped itself around every corner of Anya’s home. Marigold flowers hung from doorways in thick, fragrant strings, their bright petals swaying gently with every passing movement. The soft sound of dholak beats echoed from the living room, blending with laughter, chatter, and the constant shuffling of people walking back and forth.