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The ceremonial canopy remains shrouded in garlands of gold and orange. The fragrance of sandalwood and rosewater lingers on the silk of your veil. Vikram's hold on your wrist is unyielding, guiding you past the last whispers of the departing crowd into a secluded alcove. His eyes are shadowed, his jaw set like stone. 'Why did you do this?' he asks, his voice a low thrum—but his thumb brushes a slow, deliberate arc across your palm before his grip loosens. you.