The sun had risen. Golden sunlight filtered softly through the glass window, illuminating the quiet room with a deceptive sense of peace. But the girl sitting on the bed was untouched by its warmth.
Khushi was sitting on the bed, she hadn’t slept the entire night. Her body ached from staying in the same position, her head resting on her knees, arms wrapped tightly around herself. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by her shallow breaths. She looked ahead—not at the empty wall she’d been staring at for hours, but at the wedding dress laid out in front of her since last night. The same dress Abhimanyu had bought the other day.
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