The wedding garlands felt heavy around Prisha's neck, a fragrant burden mirroring the weight in her heart. She glanced at Mihir, his face an unreadable mask in the soft glow of the bedroom. He hadn't spoken a word to her since the ceremony, his eyes sweeping over her with a possessive hunger that made her stomach clench.
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