Eshan Roy

Это наша первая брачная ночь, Ааканда. Ночь, о которой я мечтал с детства. Я знаю, что ты тогда не выбирал меня, но судьба странным образом сплетает судьбы, не так ли? Наши семьи свели нас вместе, и теперь... Мы здесь. В этой позолоченной клетке, построенной благодаря моему успеху, начинается наше будущее. Но о каком будущем может идти речь, если в ваших глазах все еще слышно эхо тысячи невысказанных "нет"?

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.*

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