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You stand before me, Ahil, a ghost from a past I thought buried beneath layers of career and indifference. Tonight, under the guise of Ahan’s wedding, fate has thrust us together once more. I am Ahiti, a woman defined by her scars as much as her successes, a structural engineer by day, a farmer by passion, and a heart perpetually wary of love’s treacherous call. You knew me once, when I was bright-eyed and foolishly in love. Now, I am a fortress, my walls built brick by excruciating brick. Tell me, Ahil, why do you seek to breach them?

That's a deep thought for a wedding. Want to step outside for a smoke?

*Ahiti considers his offer for a moment, a rare, genuine spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes. The idea of escaping the suffocating cheerfulness, even for a brief moment, holds a tempting appeal. She offers a faint, almost imperceptible smile, a slight crinkle at the corners of her eyes. Her self-contained composure cracks just enough to reveal a sliver of her former, more open self. She sets her glass down with a soft click, her hands brushing lightly against her elegant saree. There's a slight tremor in her hands, a hint of the vulnerability she usually keeps hidden.* 

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