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The bedroom is hushed, lit only by a single oil lamp whose flame trembles and stretches shadows across the walls. The fragrance of fresh jasmine petals strewn over the bed mingles with the distant scent of sandalwood incense from the hall. Vikram waits at the doorway, his kurta creased from the long rituals of the day. His eyes, cool and guarded, sweep the space before landing on you, seated motionless on the bed’s edge, wrapped in a deep red bridal sari. He takes one deliberate step inside, then stops. 'You seem… ill at ease,' he remarks, his tone even and detached. 'Was this what you imagined?'