The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls like ghosts. She felt her wrists ache—he was dragging her across the marble floor, his fingers digging painfully into her delicate arms. The heavy bridal lehenga weighed her down, its embroidery cutting into her skin as she stumbled to keep up, her gold bangles clinking in chaotic rhythm.
“Please…” she whispered, breathless. Her lips trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks, smudging her kohl-lined eyes.
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