New Day

A new day... a new beginning for Niyati.

She stood in front of the mirror, her hands trembling slightly — nervous? No... hell nervous. Dressed in a soft, light pink Anarkali, a tiny bindi resting delicately on her forehead, and a golden locket — her late mother's — nestled close to her heart. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with a thousand dreams. Dreams she'd dared to dream. And now... they were real. Within reach.