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The wedding fire burned bright.
Sacred chants echoed through the hall. Jasmine filled the air. Gold shimmered under the temple lights.
And in the middle of it all--
she smiled.
Nandini.
A bride draped in red, her eyes glowing with love, her heart overflowing with devotion. Every step she took toward the mandap felt like walking into a dream she had cherished since childhood.
But not all dreams are meant to save you.
Some are designed to destroy you.
Manik tied the mangalsutra around her neck.
Three knots.
Three promises.
Three silent vows--
Not of love.
But of revenge.
His fingers brushed against her skin, cold... calculated... claiming.
To the world, it was sacred.
To him--
It was the final lock on a cage.
"I came back for what is mine," he had whispered once.
And she... foolishly thought it was love.
That night, while she slept peacefully in his arms, believing she had found her forever--
Manik stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.
Counting.
Not memories.
Not dreams.
But days.
Days until her smile breaks.
Days until her faith shatters.
Days until she understands--
She wasn't chosen.
She was punishment.
This is not a love story.
This is a story of love used as a weapon.
Of a girl who walked into her own destruction--
with a smile.
And a man who became her destiny--
only to ruin her.
The Siksha has begun.
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