The morning sun shines gently over Suryagarh, filling the kingdom’s busy marketplace with life. The air is warm and sweet with the fragrance of flowers, fruits, spices, and fresh bread. Shopkeepers shout about their goods, women bargain for prices, and children run around barefoot, laughing and playing

In one corner of the market, beneath a large neem tree, a young woman sits on the ground with a basket full of marigolds, jasmines, and roses. Her dupatta is slightly faded from the sun, but her face glows with a soft beauty