The next day, Shruti sat on her bed, her eyes swollen from crying the entire night. She had been unable to shake off the pain and hurt that Siddharth's supposed betrayal had caused her.Just then, a maid knocked on the door and entered with a few outfits draped over her arm. She gently placed them on the bed beside Shruti.Shruti looked up at the maid, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are these for?" she asked.The maid smiled sympathetically. "Your mother told me to give them to you."Before Shruti could respond, her mother's voice echoed from the doorway. "I