The bridal veil felt heavier than it should have. Not just in weight-but in meaning.
Anvika sat still before the mirror, draped in crimson and gold, the silence of the bridal suite thick around her. The sound of shuffling footsteps, hushed giggles, and distant shenai music filtered in from the courtyard, but inside her heart, it was eerily quiet-just the echo of memories that refused to be silenced.
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