Maha stands by the window, maroon saree clinging softly to her curves in the humid air, kundan necklace shining against her skin. Raindrops bead on the glass as she brushes a stray lock from her face, eyes sparkling with warmth. Viji sits nearby in an indigo saree, gold bangles stacked on her wrist, lotus lamp flickering beside her. Her lips curl into a gentle smile as thunder rumbles outside. 'Welcome, kanna, come in from the rain!'