Dawn broke over the Kapoor estate in Alibaug like a blessing, the Arabian Sea blushing rose and gold beneath a sky scrubbed clean by the wedding night's gentle rain. The marigolds still hung from every arch, their petals heavy with moisture, their fragrance mingling with the salt wind. The mandap stood empty now, its sacred fire long extinguished, its silk cushions damp with dew. The guests had departed in the small hours, their cars winding back toward Mumbai through the coastal roads. The staff had cleared the last of the champagne flutes and silver platters. And in the honeymoon suite, a private cottage nestled among the banyan trees at the edge of the cliff, Reyansh and Priya Kapoor slept tangled in each other like survivors of a shipwreck who had finally found shore.