Ekansh's POV
The mandap glowed brighter than the stars outside. Marigolds hung in neat rows, jasmine garlands swayed gently with the evening breeze, and the holy fire flickered, casting its golden hue on the faces of the bride and groom.
Ekansh's POV
The mandap glowed brighter than the stars outside. Marigolds hung in neat rows, jasmine garlands swayed gently with the evening breeze, and the holy fire flickered, casting its golden hue on the faces of the bride and groom.
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