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Chapter 12: After Wedding


The heavy silence of the luxury car was a stark contrast to the vibrant, tearful chaos of the vidai they had just left behind. The scent of marigolds and incense clung to their clothes, but the air inside was filled with the quiet weight of transition.

Eraya sat stiffly, the magnificent red of her wedding lehenga now feeling like a costume for a role she wasn't sure how to play. Her heart was a leaden anchor in her chest, pulled back towards Dehradun—towards her sobbing parents, towards Tara who had clung to her as if letting go meant losing a part of her own soul, towards the children from her NGO, their small faces crumpled in loss, especially Luv’s whispered, "Didi, aapke bina mera mann hi nahi lagega..."

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