Author's POV:-
Ananya was sitting stiffly at the edge of the bed, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The room around her glowed in soft golden light, scented with roses and incense. The bed was covered in a sheet of flowers, candles flickered on every corner, and the air carried the weight of expectation. It was supposed to be a night of joy, of union—yet to her, it felt like a prison.



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