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Wedding Arc 8

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Also disclaimer.
(I'm not Punjabi. I don't know the customs very well. Most of the things I have written in this chapter are from google. So if I got anything wrong. I'm sorry guys.)

Also this a dual POV chapter.
(Guess who is the other character whose pov you all got in this chapter?! 👀)

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The fire crackled softly in front of me, casting golden licks of light across the red-and-white powder streaked over the floor. The heat clung to my skin like a second layer, wrapping itself around my neck, sliding down my spine, making it harder to sit still. The pandit's chants droned on, steady and rhythmic, weaving into the background like a sound you couldn't ignore but couldn't quite listen to either.

I didn't believe in praying to God much. But I believed in Him enough to try. To fold my hands, close my eyes, and pretend I wasn't already thinking about a hundred other things.

Trying to focus.

Trying, really.

But the summer in Rajasthan wasn't made for fire rituals. And I wasn't made for stillness.

Behind me, Aarna and Rishi sat close—too close. I didn't turn around. I didn't need to. Her laughter floated to me, soft and fleeting, followed by the low hum of his voice. And then again, a laugh. A whisper. A rustle of fabric as she leaned into him, her hand slipping into his like no one would notice.

They thought they were being subtle.

They weren't.

Not even close.