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❝𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒎 𝑩𝒉𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒖𝒉.❞
... the chant rolled through the temple, vibrating in her bones.
❝𝑳𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒊 𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑽𝒂𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆...❞
... the verse that once crowned a goddess's choice now wrapped around her like a noose dressed in gold.
The nilavilakku flickered.
The priests chanted on, unaware the bride before them was already breaking.
𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐡𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐫 turned to her, hands trembling, the same hands that once pulled her off a rain-soaked street now shook around the thread meant to bind her forever.
❝𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒍𝒊, 𝑽𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂...❞
But 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐫 wasn't there anymore.
She was back in that room, the video, the slipping pallu, the watch clasp that turned innocence into scandal.
Back in the hallway, her father's voice cracking, the door slamming like a verdict. Back in the midnight rain, soaked to the bone, punished by a sky that didn't care.
And then, him. A stranger who knelt on a flooded footpath and refused to leave.
A contract signed with him in silence.
No intimacy. No love. Protection wearing the mask of marriage, ownership wearing the mask of safety, now sanctified by gods who had no idea what they were blessing.
❝𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒂...❞
The thaali settled against her skin, cold despite the fire around them.
The sindoor pressed into her forehead, not a blessing, but a brand.
She didn't flinch. He noticed. He always noticed.
For the first time, the lion wondered, had he married her, or simply found a new way to cage himself beside her?