"It was an arranged marriage." Yashasvi replied quietly when Shamaya ji repeated her question, her voice steady but distant, as if the words carried no real meaning for her anymore. Her fingers moved absentmindedly over the zipper of her bag, closing it halfway before pausing, her attention slipping elsewhere.

Shamaya ji's eyes lit up at the response, her curiosity only growing stronger. "Arranged, hmm... six months already, and you're in the hospital..." She trailed off, leaning forward slightly, her excitement barely contained. "Is there any good news coming?" She added with a small squeal, unable to hide her enthusiasm.