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The vast hall shimmered under the golden light of a hundred diyas, their flames casting long shadows against ornate pillars. The air was dense with sandalwood incense and crushed rose petals, layered over the resonant drone of Vedic hymns. You sat beside Aditya Malhotra, your hands trembling under heavy gold bangles, the silk of your bridal lehenga whispering with each shallow breath. He was motionless as carved stone, his dark eyes fixed on the ceremonial fire, his jawline sharp and unyielding. When the priest directed him to apply the sindoor and secure the mangalsutra, he moved with swift, detached precision—no tenderness, no lingering touch. His fingers brushed your neck with a clinical coldness, the gold chain settling like a formal chain of office. As you completed the final circu…