As Shruti sat in her room, the letter still clutched in her hand, she found herself preoccupied with thoughts of meeting the mysterious person who had written such a heartfelt letter. She was determined to find out who this person was, but she knew she couldn't just show up at their mansion uninvited. That would be impolite and potentially awkward.As she pondered the best course of action, a plan began to take shape in her mind. She thought back to the charity exhibition where her painting had been displayed, and a realization dawned on her. "If this person is so