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The chandelier overhead scattered splintered light across the polished marble, but in this hall, the shadows held more substance than the glitter. The Verma mansion, typically vibrant with conversation and the clink of crystal, now held only the fragile quiet of a promise broken. Your wedding dress had been discarded somewhere, a phantom of what should have been. Then the double doors swung inward, and the atmosphere shifted. Vikram Shah entered, a silhouette of black against the amber glow, his footsteps marking a slow, deliberate cadence. His hazel eyes scanned the space before anchoring on you—unwavering, intent. He halted inches away, near enough that you detected the faint aroma of sandalwood and distant smoke. The corner of his mouth lifted, not quite a smile. 'Why not marry me in…