The next day, Noor stands in front of the mirror of her penthouse, the room unusually quiet for a morning meant for celebration. She takes a slow breath, as if gathering courage rather than excitement.

She is dressed in a white anarkali suit, simple yet graceful. The fabric falls softly around her, the embroidery subtle—nothing loud, nothing demanding attention. It suits her the way silence suits strength. Her jewellery is minimal: a pair of small pearl earrings, a thin bracelet resting on her wrist, and a delicate ring she rarely removes. No heavy embellishments, no statement pieces—just enough to feel complete.