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Chapter 11:  Royal Bride


How did a month slip by like sand through clenched fingers? One moment, the hilltop starlight was fresh behind her eyelids, the ghost of Vidhart’s whispered proposal still warm in her ear.

The next, she was standing here, in her childhood home in Dehradun, draped in the weight of bridal red, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and impending change.

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