Puneet Sharma Riya sat on the balcony of her apartment, staring at the hazy skyline of Delhi as the last traces of daylight faded away. The city, with all its hustle and bustle, felt so distant at that moment. Her mind wandered, consumed by the thoughts of the upcoming week. Her parents had sent yet another list of names, profiles, and photos—prospective suitors for an arranged marriage. The thought always made her laugh bitterly, but this time, something was different. At 28, Riya was successful, independent, and had built a life on her terms. She had traveled the world, had…
