Siya had barely slept the night before.
Her eyes stung with exhaustion, but her mind refused to rest. Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of the Lagan Patrika pooja reappeared in haunting fragmentsāRajveerās piercing silence, his unreadable expressions as he tied the sacred thread around her wrist, and the way his mother had placed that heavily embroidered dupatta over her head like a declaration of belonging she wasnāt ready for.
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