Pankhuri, a 29-year-old classical dancer in Jaipur, had always believed in the precision of rhythm and the silence between notes. Her life was a disciplined dance routine, choreographed perfectly between her gurukul (dance school) and her family’s traditional expectations. Yet, her heart had never found its own rhythm in love. Her parents’ disapproval of her career—chosen over a “secure” office job—had led her to build a fortress around her emotions, wary of love’s chaos.