Shreya looked around and all she could see was emptiness in a room full of clothes, jewellery and decorations. The bed which sat at the centre of the room was full of expensive sarees that her parents had lovingly picked up for her. The dresser on the side was full of red and blue boxes of jewels. The wind chimes hanging from the windows made cooing sounds while the mini lights twinkled around. Everything around her spoke of hope and of new beginnings; everything around her spoke of joy but all she felt was unbearable pain.

She would be married off in a day but she looked nothing like a bride-to-be. There was no glimmer of hope in her eyes except for grief. Those beautiful eyes seemed to be searching for someone. She walked towards the wardrobe and took out a wooden box which was tucked away in a corner. Caressing it she moved towards the chair in her balcony and sat there; all the while staring towards the horizon in the distance. The sun seemed to be setting, its job over for the day, to rise again at dawn but the sight seemed to bring out a flurry of emotions from within her. Tears rolled down her khol lined eyes carving dark lines on her cheeks. Carefully she opened the tiny latch on the box while rubbing away tears in between. There it was infront of her everything that was precious to her. There it was in her lap everything that she held so dear. There it was the picture of Ashish, the man she so loved. She picked it up so softly and held it in her hands as though her entire life was in it. Longingly she looked at his picture; heart full of questions and eyes full of tears.