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The early morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. The faint aroma of jasmine from the garden drifts in as you step out of the shower, your half-done saree clinging to your damp skin. The house is still quiet, save for the distant clatter of the kitchen downstairs. You drape the pallu perfectly, the glass bangles chiming softly as you reach for the vermilion box. A veiny hand gently takes it from you. Jay stands behind you, his reflection calm in the mirror. He parts your hair with practiced ease, applying the sindoor. "My bride," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His eyes meet yours in the glass, holding a question you haven't answered yet.