She stood at the mandap Heart pounding beneath layers of silk and gold. Her family's honor rested on her shoulders, and before her stood a stranger. Her soon-to-be husband. His gaze was cold, distant, but his hand was steady as he tied the mangalsutra around her neck. He hadn't wanted this marriage, but he needed it. His past was a cage of secrets, and she was his shield. He thought she would stay quiet, invisible. But she didn't. 💔 ✨ Slowly, against his will, her light melted the darkness in him. Perhaps this marriage of duty was never just about honor. Perhaps it was destiny in disguise. ❤️