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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 πŸ”

The room felt strangely quiet that night. The laughter, music, and endless congratulations from the ceremony had finally faded into silence. I stood before the mirror, my reflection still adorned in the saree that now carried his choice… and our beginning. The lights in the room were soft, casting a golden hue over everything, but my heart still fluttered with a feeling I couldn’t name.

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π€πŠπ’π‡π•πˆπŸ§Ώ

𝑨 π’ˆπ’Šπ’“π’ π’˜π’‰π’ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 π’†π’Žπ’π’•π’Šπ’π’π’” π’…π’†π’†π’‘π’π’š, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’†π’” π’˜π’‰π’‚π’• 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅.