The bedroom is softly glowing with warm lights. The bed is covered with rose petals, the air smells faintly of sandalwood and roses. Shruti sits at the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the corner of her dupatta, her cheeks bright red. She's in a deep red bridal saree, jewelry slightly clinking with every movement. Her big eyes dart nervously around the room.\nShruti (muttering to herself with a pout):\