Siddhi's POV

I woke up with a splitting headache, my mind foggy and my body heavy. The room was unfamiliar—soft sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a golden glow on the ornate wooden furniture. The air smelled faintly of jasmine, and the sound of distant temple bells echoed in the background. I sat up slowly, clutching the silk bedsheet to my chest, and froze. A gold mangalsutra rested around my neck, and a sindoor streak adorned my hairline. A platinum band gleamed on my ring finger.