The House of Unfinished Vows

Krishi and Rishi's parents had insisted - "Spend these two weeks in the village farmhouse. Rest before the wedding madness begins. Enjoy the quiet. The cottage will be ready when you are."
Their wedding would be held in the same cottage where Rishi's parents had married. The walls still hummed with old vows and happy memories.
Krishi and Rishi arrived in the village, eager for quiet together before the big day. When they arrived, they saw village seemed peaceful-golden light, temple bells, jasmine thick as incense. Yet the farmhouse stood too quiet, as if holding its breath.
Ramu Kaka, the old caretaker, met them with trembling hands and warnings they didn't want to hear.
"That cottage welcomes new beginnings. This farmhouse? It prefers... (lowers voice, his knuckles tightened around his walking stick) repeats.", Ramu Kaka once again warned.
Rishi laughed, throwing an arm around Krishi. "What, is it haunted? Ghost stories won't scare us."
At first, the farmhouse charmed them: sunlit kitchens, a porch swing creaking like a lullaby. Then they noticed -
Their shared bed always smelled of sandalwood and damp earth by morning, no matter how often they changed the sheets.
Rishi kept finding raw turmeric stains on his wedding kurta... though he hadn't packed it yet. The stains smelled faintly of river water and rust.
Krishi's untouched sindoor vial emptied itself overnight, leaving faint red streaks on her pillow-like someone had tested the color on her hairline.
They came to write the first chapter of their love story but as the cottage wedding decorations go up just kilometers away, was this house waiting for their wedding...or was it restless to complete someone else's unfinished rituals?"