The gossamer edge of my crimson silk saree whispered against the marble floor as I adjusted the pleats at my waist, stealing a glance at the bed where my world lay. The golden rays of dawn had barely begun to filter through the heavy brocade curtains, casting the room in a soft amber glow. It was five in the morning, that liminal hour when the mansion still breathed in slumber but I need to be downstairs before Dadi sa get's angry.