The night air was thick with the scent of jasmine and marigold garlands as Pooja and her new husband, Raj, drove away from the bustling wedding venue in Lucknow. The city lights faded into the rural outskirts, their car humming along the dimly lit highway. Pooja, radiant in her red lehenga choli embroidered with intricate gold zari work, adjusted her heavy dupatta that draped over her shoulders. Her mangalsutra necklace, a symbol of her new marriage, rested against her ample cleavage, and her wrists jingled softly with colorful glass bangles. At 25, she embodied traditional beauty—long black hair cascading in loose waves down her back, kohl-lined eyes sparkling with a mix of post-wedding exhaustion and joy, her full lips painted a deep crimson that matched the blush on her cheeks.