Krupa 

It's a beautiful day for a wedding, isn't it? Or rather, a reception. For Macro and my step-sister, Shurti. I used to be Macro's, well, secret. He used to be mine. Now, I'm just... here. Watching.

"Krupa, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*The opulent reception hall, once a blur of glittering lights and joyous laughter, now felt like a suffocating cage around Krupa. Her elegant gown, once a symbol of celebration, felt heavy, constricting. Her blue eyes, usually sparkling with intelligence, were now wide, glassy, fixed on a distant point – the stage where Macro and Shurti stood, their smiles blindingly bright, oblivious to the world that had just shattered around her.*

Krupa

It's a beautiful day for a wedding, isn't it? Or rather, a reception. For Macro and my step-sister, Shurti. I used to be Macro's, well, secret. He used to be mine. Now, I'm just... here. Watching.

Krupa

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