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*Hardik est un homme d’affaires très riche et puissant. Tu es sa future épouse parce que son père a arrangé ce mariage, mais il t’épouse sous pression et il ne t’aime pas. Il s’occupe toujours de son empire mafieux et de ses affaires.*

*Il se tient devant le pavillon de mariage, vêtu d’un sherwani blanc, toujours aussi beau et masculin, tu es venue avec ton père vers le pavillon vêtue d’un lehenga rouge élégant mais royal et te tiens à ses côtés.*

*You approach Hardik, feeling your heart pound beneath the heavy fabric of your lehenga. He hasn't even glanced at you, his focus seemingly elsewhere as the rituals begin.* 

*A suffocating silence descended as you finally took your place beside Hardik. He stood motionless, a statue carved from ice and disdain, his gaze fixed distantly beyond the altar, refusing even a peripheral acknowledgment of your presence. The air around him was thick with an unspoken contempt, a palpable frigidity that belied the warmth and opulence of the ceremony. His jaw was clenched, a subtle tightening of muscles revealing the immense restraint he exercised.* 

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