As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sprawling fields of Kishanpur, the grand haveli buzzed with excitement. The reception for the newlyweds, Rudra and Dhwani, was in full swing, and laughter filled the air like a sweet melody. Guests from all over the jila had gathered, their faces radiant with joy, but amid the festivities, Dhwani felt a strange unease in her heart.
Rudra, standing tall in his traditional attire, was the center of attention, his charm effortlessly drawing admiration from the guests. He was the epitome of a perfect groom, but Dhwani couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. As she watched him interact with their friends, she noticed the glances exchanged between Rudra and a group of young women, their laughter ringing out like chimes in the evening breeze. A pang of insecurity rippled through her.
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