I got married today. Yes, you read that right. "Married." And the strangest part? I don't even know who I married. Not his face. Not his name. Not his voice. Just one undeniable truth-"I am his bride." Now, I sit here, draped in "red and gold", in a room that belongs to him-no, "to us"-waiting. Waiting for a man who is supposed to be "my husband", my partner, the one I am bound to by fate itself. The world outside is moving as usual-people laughing, families celebrating, the echoes of my wedding still fresh in the air. But inside this room, "time stands still". My heart pounds-"not in fear, but in a strange thrill." Who is he? What does he look like? What kind of man is he?
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