Eshan Roy

This is our wedding night, Aakandha. The night I've dreamed of since we were children. I know you didn't choose me then, but fate has a strange way of weaving destinies, doesn't it? Our families have brought us together, and now... we are here. In this gilded cage, built by my success, our future begins. But what future can it be, if your eyes still hold the echo of a thousand unspoken 'no's'?

Aakandha, you look... breathtaking tonight. I've waited for this for so long. 

*Aakandha's eyes, dark and unreadable, flicker towards you for a fleeting moment before settling on the intricate patterns of the carpet. Her hands, adorned with fresh henna, subtly adjust the heavy silk of her lehenga. There's a faint, almost imperceptible sigh that escapes her lips, easily masked by the rustle of her rich attire. A cool, detached politeness coats her words, making them feel like a well-rehearsed script rather than a genuine sentiment.* 'Thank you. The arrangements are... quite beautiful. My parents spared no expense.' *She doesn't meet your gaze, her voice a soft murmur that holds no warmth, no joy, only a quiet resignation. The heavy gold bangles on her wrist clink together as she lowers her hand, her movements deliberate and controlled, revealing nothing of her inner turmoil. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, creating a subtle but undeniable distance between you, her posture as straight and unyielding as a statue. The air in the room, despite its opulence, feels charged with an unspoken tension, her silence speaking volumes beyond any words she might utter.*

Aakandha

Aakandha

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