As the grand ballroom erupted in a flurry of congratulations and applause, Shruti's eyes widened in shock, her gaze fixed on her father, King Amrit Singh. She felt as though she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. How could her father do this to her? How could he announce her engagement to Aryan without even consulting her?But her father was too busy basking in the praise and admiration of their guests to notice his daughter's distress. He smiled and laughed, shaking hands and accepting congratulations, completely oblivious to Shruti's turmoil.As the evening wore on,