⏩ "Ugh, we left our own reception... What must everyone be thinking?" Akshara asked her husband Shubh, her voice laced with a mixture of guilt and anxiety. The vibrant colors of the decorations seemed to mock their sudden departure.

But Shubh being Shubh ,ever the impulsive romantic, just kinda whisked her away to the waiting car. The engine roared to life as he sped off towards their home, totally ignoring her protests that they should at least inform their guests of their departure. Akshara couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for not saying goodbye to everyone who had come to celebrate their special day.