The air inside the grand wedding hall was thick with the scent of incense and marigold garlands. Flames crackled in the sacred fire, casting golden reflections over the polished marble floors. Guests whispered among themselves, their eyes shifting between the breathtaking bride and the dangerously handsome groom.
Riviana Rajvansh sat in the mandap, dressed in a red lehenga embroidered with intricate gold patterns, her black eyes wide with a mixture of emotions—nervousness, uncertainty, and something else she couldn't name. The heavy jewelry on her delicate frame made her feel trapped, and the thick sindoor box in Riyaan’s hand only cemented her fate.

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