Prabir Arora The first chapter of the story plunges the reader straight into the heart of a lavish South Mumbai wedding, a world that Diya, an introverted and somewhat socially awkward book editor, finds both dazzling and suffocating. From the moment she steps into the sprawling banquet hall, she is overwhelmed by the kaleidoscope of colors, sparkling sequins, and the constant hum of chatter and laughter. Every corner is crowded with impeccably dressed guests, eager to showcase their latest outfits and perfect social media selfies. Diya feels out of place, a silent observer in this whirlwind of glamour, her discomfort…
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Suparna Verma 1 Maya Iyer adjusted the collar of her navy-blue jumpsuit and glanced once more at the ornate wall clock above her desk. 11:27 a.m. The Deshmukh settlement was scheduled for noon, but she knew they’d be late. High-profile clients always were—especially when their breakup had been trending on social media for a week. She sipped her filter coffee from the oversized wine glass she insisted on using—her tiny rebellion against conventional labels. Her office, nestled in a sleek corner of Banjara Hills, didn’t scream “divorce.” It whispered it—soft couches, muted pastels, and an aroma diffuser that smelled like…