The haveli had never looked more alive. Or more suffocating. Voices echoed through the long corridors- servants rushing back and forth, trays clinking, fabrics rustling, instructions flying from every direction. The air was thick with the scent of incense, fresh marigold garlands, and something else- Expectation. Pressure. Decoration had taken over every inch of the place. Golden drapes hung from the arches, strings of flowers framed every doorway, and the main hall glowed under warm lights prepared for the ceremony that would soon bind two lives together. Or at least, that's what everyone believed. Arjun stood at the far end of the corridor, watching it all like an outsider. His reflection in the polished pillar beside him looked like a stranger- dressed perfectly, posture straight, face calm. But his eyes- His eyes were hollow. The envelope still burned in his mind. Every word. Every truth. Every moment he had was destroyed with his own hands. And yet- He was here. Getting e
Last Updated : 2026-04-05 Read more