Of Flames and Roses
It wasn't much consolation, since their wedding was the very next day, but at least she knew she would be able to sleep comfortably that night.
After the maids were done dressing her up, Ahankara sent them all out, wanting to have a moment alone. She stared at the flower jewellery they had put on her, the flower bangles, anklet, rings, earrings. Everything smelled heavenly, but none of it could calm her nerves. She raised her hands and brought them before her eyes, staring at her henna. Y-a-s-h-v-i-r. His name was included in her henna design. She let out a humourless chuckle, thinking about the meaning behind this custom, of writing the groom's name on the palm of the bride.
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