Some stories do not begin with thunder.
They begin with a quiet heartbeat,
a forgotten wish,
and a soul standing on the edge of becoming.

In the bustling city of Mumbai, at the far end where silence met luxury, stood the Oberoi mansion, glowing like a diamond under the soft morning light. Even from outside, the mansion looked regal and graceful, but inside, it was a completely different story. The entire house was alive with movement. People were walking quickly from one corner to another, voices overlapped with each other, and the atmosphere was filled with the pressure and excitement of the special day ahead.