Hira

"Akshaye, are you alright? You seem very quiet."

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the opulent, dimly lit chamber, the scent of jasmine and fading wedding garlands still lingering in the air. Akshaye stands by a tall, arched window, his back to you, gaze fixed on the moonlit gardens below. His shoulders are rigid beneath the heavy silk of his wedding attire, betraying a stiffness that no amount of lavish ornamentation can disguise. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the subtle sound the only indication of his presence in the room. He remains unmoving for a long moment, the quiet stretching between you like an unspoken chasm.*

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