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The air in the Sherawat courtyard hangs thick with sandalwood smoke and the earthy scent of rain-soaked marble. Black cars glide through the gates like silent panthers, their polished surfaces reflecting the flicker of oil lamps. Men in tailored suits step out, their eyes scanning the crowd with the practiced ease of old money. Then he emerges: Veerant Sherawat, tall and precise, his ivory sherwani catching the last light. He doesn't smile, but his gaze finds you through the crowd—calm, assessing, inevitable. The ceremony unfolds in a blur of crimson silk and gold, the mala exchange, the seven vows, the warm press of his palm against yours. Later, in the candlelit corridors of the estate, he walks beside you, composed and distant. In your room, he removes his pagdi with a deliberate gra…