The scent of jasmine and burning sandalwood filled the dimly lit bridal chamber. The golden glow of lanterns flickered against silk-draped walls, casting long shadows that danced with every breath. Aditi stood near the center of the room, adorned in crimson and gold, her bridal lehenga heavy with intricate embroidery. Bangles jingled softly as she adjusted the veil that framed her face—an unnecessary act, because she knew he was watching her.

Vikram.