The evening carried a strange stillness inside the Rana house. Nothing was loud, nothing was dramatic, yet everyone could feel that something important was about to happen. Since morning, Diya had been behaving unusually calm. Too calm. She wasn’t crying, she wasn’t arguing, and somehow that silence worried Naina more than tears ever could.
Inside her room, Diya stood in front of the mirror quietly. The bed behind her was covered with different outfits that Naina had taken out for the evening, but in the end, Diya chose the simplest one—a white suit with soft silver embroidery around the sleeves and neckline. The fabric was light, elegant, and peaceful. White had always been Yash’s favorite color on her. She remembered that clearly.
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