The soft golden light of the early morning filtered through the sheer curtains of the Malhotra Mansion, casting gentle shadows on the pristine marble floors. Samaira Malhotra awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside her window, the kind of melody that felt like a lullaby to her soul. She stretched lazily beneath her crisp white sheets, her dark hair fanning out around her like a halo. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips.