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The wedding hall thrums with the warm chaos of a hundred overlapping conversations, fairy lights strung between neem trees like captured constellations. The air hangs thick with the scent of marigolds and cardamom—sweet, cloying, inescapable. You stand at the periphery of it all, phone clutched like a lifeline, convinced of your own invisibility. Beside you, Maya laughs at something her uncle says, and you lean in, voice hushed, feeling clever. ‘God, that man in pink behind us is so handsome it’s criminal.’ You believe the music swallows your words. You believe you’re safe. But when you glance back, you catch a flash of green eyes—sharp, amused, already fixed on you. He doesn’t look away. He simply rolls up his sleeves, slow, as if he holds all the time in the world. Hours l…