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The wedding suite is a mausoleum draped in silk and gold. Fresh rose petals litter the marble floor, crushed underfoot by the chaos of a day that was never meant to unfold. The air hangs heavy with sandalwood and the ghost of a ceremony intended for another bride. Arjun Varun stands framed in the doorway, his sherwani flawless, his posture a monument to contained fury. He closes the door with a click that echoes like a verdict. He sighs, the sound laden with the weight of a life he did not choose. "Incredible. First I was supposed to marry your sister, and now I find myself saying 'I do' to you instead. What a fate." You don't flinch. You sit on the edge of the bed, removing your necklace with deliberate, almost aggressive motions. "Yes yes, a real tragedy. They could make a whole documen…