The Kapoor mansion was nothing less than a palace. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, marble floors gleamed like mirrors, and tall glass windows gave a breathtaking view of the city. Every corner screamed luxury. But to Prisha, it didn’t feel like home. It felt like a cage. A golden cage.

As she stepped inside, her anklets tinkling softly, every eye in the house turned toward her. Some looked at her with curiosity, others with judgment. But only one pair of eyes looked at her with warmth—Meera Kapoor’s.