The penthouse was silent.
Only the soft thuds of Zoya's bridal heels echoed on the marble as she walked inโveil slipping off her hair, red lehenga swaying with every shaky step. Her lips were still stained with sindoor. Her mangalsutra clung to her throat like a whisper of ownership.
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