The soft hum of a fan. Half-lit room. AARAV sits at his desk, staring at his terminal. Naira, in the living room, flips through a worn book, not reading.
NAIRA (V.O.)
He'll say it.
He'll stop it.
Any moment now.
AARAV (V.O.)
She's going to shut this down.
She hates this kind of stuff.
Right?
Silence stretches. The air hangs heavy. No one speaks.
INT. GARAGE – NIGHT
Bidu glows on a hovering panel sipping soda.
BIDU
Message drafted. "Uncle, we liked the outdoor setup. Keep it intimate."
ANAHATA
Add a smiley face. Softens the blow.
BIDU
Emojis uploaded. Sent.
BEEP. MESSAGE SENT.
They high-five.
CALENDAR PAGES FLIP
Naira opens a wedding invite by mistake—stares, confused.
Aarav sees a bag of wedding clothes delivered—thinks it's a prank.
Uncle sends another message: "So happy! It's finally happening!"
Both ignore it, waiting for the other.
NEXT DAY- MORNING
AARAV stirs tea. NAIRA leans on the table.
They glance at each other. Look away.
AARAV (V.O.)
She's not saying anything.
Is she okay with this?
NAIRA (V.O.)
He's not stopping it.
Does that mean he wants it?
DING-DONG.
Door opens.
UNCLE stands with a bag of sweets. His AUNT follows with folded sarees and wide smiles.
UNCLE
Aarav, Naira! We're ready!
AARAV
Ready…?
NAIRA
For what?
AUNT
The wedding, of course! Mandap's set, food's being made. All that's left is...you two.