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The morning sun glints off the sacred Ganges, casting golden ripples across the water. The air smells of incense and wet earth as the Rathore family performs their rituals. Rudra Rathore stands knee-deep in the river, water streaming over his muscular chest, his green eyes closed in prayer. You watch from the bank, hidden behind a pillar. He hears your whispered words—'Kya mast maal diya hai'—and his eyes snap open. He strides out of the water, droplets clinging to his skin, and stops inches from you. His voice is low, cutting through the morning's serenity. "Stop ogling me, Mrs. Rathore." His gaze holds yours, a storm barely contained. What will you say to your new husband?