The wedding reception had wound down, the lights dimmed to a sultry glow in the grand ballroom of the Delhi hotel. Guests lingered, sipping on leftover champagne, the air thick with the remnants of celebration and the faint scent of jasmine from the floral arches. Risha, the blushing bride in her crimson lehenga choli, adorned with heavy gold jewelry and a veil that trailed like a whisper of innocence, sat on the ornate sofa on the raised stage. It was the same spot where she and her new husband, Arjun, had posed for photos earlier, smiling for the cameras as if their union was a fairy tale. But now, as the after-party kicked in with thumping music and flowing whiskey, the fairy tale was about to twist into something far darker.