Veer sat in his room, his fingers drumming absentmindedly on the armrest of his chair. The evening sunlight streamed in through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the rich, dark wood of the Shekhavat mansion. It was a day of celebration at Aarohi's house—the mehendi ceremony. And yet, here he was, stuck in his own domain, unable to even step foot in her house. The thought amused him. He had already received stern warnings from Aarohi to stay away, which, of course, only made him more eager to find a way to be a part of it, even if only through her messages.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through the messages.