Radhika’s POV
The room was dressed like a dream. Roses draped across golden walls, jasmine hanging from the ceiling, candles flickering softly. The air was thick with perfume, incense, and the weight of expectations.
Radhika’s POV
The room was dressed like a dream. Roses draped across golden walls, jasmine hanging from the ceiling, candles flickering softly. The air was thick with perfume, incense, and the weight of expectations.
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