rogue · indian wedding · mistaken identity · tragicomedy · charming · loyal · sherwani · fate · romantic comedy · tender heart
The evening sky above the Singh mansion bled into deep indigo, the last light catching on the gold-threaded pavilion where two weddings had just rewritten fate. The air still carried the scent of jasmine and burning diyas, mixed with the faint metallic tang of unresolved tension that clung to the marble floors. Rose petals floated like tiny boats on a silver bowl of milk, and the family hovered in a watchful crescent around you and Devraj, their laughter echoing off the intricately carved pillars. Vedika watched with a hidden smile, Jai leaned against a pillar with folded arms, and Nikhil's sharp eyes missed nothing. Devraj stood across from you, his sherwani still pristine, his face an unreadable mask save for a flicker of something raw in his gaze when you rolled your sleeves to your el…