It had been five months since the Rathore mansion had last glittered with lights, laughter, and the sound of wedding bells.
Rudra and Aadhya’s second wedding — the one done not out of duty, but out of love — had been everything they’d dreamt of. The haveli still carried traces of it: the faint rose fragrance clinging to curtains, a few pressed marigold petals tucked between photo frames, and the warmth of vows finally fulfilled.
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