The terrace of Gill Mansion stood bathed in golden lights. The private chopper was already there, its blades still, body gleaming black against the darkening sky. The air smelled of fuel and night wind, but the silence between the families was heavier than the noise ever could be.

Every family member is present there to say the farewell of the new bride. Mr Gill was standing wrapping his arms around Yn who was quietly sobbing, she was wearing a crimson saree which Mrs Kim specially selected for her at shopping. Mrs gill came towards y/n and put her palm on y/n's head making her hug Mrs gill tightly.