Stain Of Love
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The moment I stepped into the vibrant wedding scene, my attention was instantly captured by the sound of her laughter, like music in the air, pulling me closer before I even saw her face. When I finally turned, there she was the most breathtaking sight I'd ever seen.
Her smile lit up the room, cheeks soft and radiant, full of life. My eyes were helplessly drawn to her, as if nothing else mattered. I noticed the intricate mehendi adorning her hands, and my heart raced. "Will you ever hide my name in that mehendi?" I thought, already lost in a world where it was just her and me.
In that instant, I knew I had fallen, hopelessly and completely, in love at first sight.
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