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THIRD PERSON

The Next Morning -

There was a celebration all over Banaras.

After all, it was the wedding of Abhay Thakur.

The mansion was turning into a dazzling display, covered in flowers and sparkling lights, shining like a precious gem in the night. Every part of the grand house was filled with luxury, with silk curtains flowing and gold decorations shining everywhere.

The air was filled with the sounds of busy preparations, making it feel like the mansion itself was excited for the upcoming event.

It was all, heavenly!

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In An Upstairs Room -

Wrapped in a pristine white cotton cloth, Maya sat gracefully as women around her gently applied turmeric, sandalwood, and milk to her skin.
The aromatic blend filled the air, and Maya's skin glowed with a golden hue from the ritual.

However, despite her luminous complexion, her face bore a tired and weary expression, the sparkle missing from her eyes betraying her inner turmoil.

Her withered face lacked that sparkling radiance.

Her mind was tangled with various thoughts, and her heart was filled with fear.

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Meanwhile, In Another Room -

A girl about 23 years old entered Mahima's room.

"What the hell? she came back here again. I thought she had gone forever, but suddenly how? And so soon, a wedding too?" The girl said angrily, entering and sitting on the bed.

This was Mahima's daughter, NAINA. She was filled with beauty and arrogance.

Meanwhile, Mahima, who was sitting in front of the mirror getting ready, said, "She had to come back someday. There's nothing we can do about it."

"But why? Don't Dadi Thakur and Abhay Chachu care about their honor and society anymore? How can they marry such a girl? She's a prostitute..."

"Not a prostitute. A Tawaif (dancer in brothel)." Suddenly, a boy's voice interrupted.

A 24-year-old young man entered the room. It was Naina's brother, RISHABH THAKUR.

Sitting next to Naina and casually picking up an apple from the table, he said, "There's a difference between a prostitute and a Tawaif"

"Whatever. We don't even know what she was. I feel weird even getting close to her. You know what, I was so happy when she ran away last time, but look, she's back again." Naina said angrily.

"What problem do you have with her? You're not the one marrying her." Rishabh retorted.

Naina snapped, "Oh, shut up. I don't like her, and that's it."

Rishabh replied, "That's your problem, not ours."

Naina, irritated, said, "You start as soon as you enter, don't you? Mom, he always defends that so-called dancer."

Rishabh countered, "I'm not defending her; I'm just speaking the facts. Unlike you, I don't hate someone for no reason."

Seeing them both arguing, Mahima intervened, "Both of you, stop it. Stop fighting here. And Rishabh, go to your room. Now."