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The flames still danced in the agni kund, mocking her like ghosts of promises burnt to ash.
Vanya stood frozen adorned in red, eyes wild with disbelief, heart thundering in betrayal. The silence between them was violent. Rivaan stood across from her, his face lit by firelight, every angle sculpted by wrath and satisfaction.
And then, he spoke.
"You really believed this was your fairytale, didn’t you, Vanya?"
His voice was calm eerily calm. The kind of calm that made storms ashamed of their noise.
He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, like a man walking through the set of a play he had directed from the first spotlight to the final blackout.
“Let me tell you something,” he said, pointing around at the mandap. “This...this whole set-up? Created by the set decorators. The
