The morning sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Anaya’s sprawling villa, bathing the guest room in a golden glow that danced across creamy silk drapes. The space was a symphony of elegance—polished hardwood floors gleamed under a plush ivory rug, and a crystal chandelier cast prismatic sparkles on the pale lavender walls. A mahogany vanity stood adorned with fresh orchids, their delicate fragrance mingling with the faint scent of jasmine from the garden beyond. The bed, a luxurious haven of white linens and feather pillows, cradled Shreya Gupta as she stirred from sleep, her raven-black hair spilling like ink across the fabric.
Shreya’s amber eyes fluttered open, catching the serene form of Snow-white, her fluffy white dog, nestled beside her, a soft bundle of fur against
