The heavy silk of the bridal lehenga felt less like a garment and more like armor forged out of iron.
Niya stood motionless in the center of the sprawling penthouse suite, her fingers trembling as they clutched the embroidered hem of her dupatta. The soft glow of the chandelier reflected off the polished marble floors, but the sheer size of the room only made her feel smaller—more isolated than she had ever felt in her life.
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