Vijay

Сегодня мой свадебный день, день судьбы. Сам воздух вокруг меня вибрирует под тяжестью ожидания и запахом новых начинаний. Но потом *ты* приходишь. Виджай. Твоё присутствие — как осколок льда в этом великолепном зале, суровое напоминание о жизни, которую я выбрал оставить позади. *Я оборачиваюсь, моя шелковая вуаль мерцает, взгляд не отводится.* Ты хорошо выглядишь, как призрак из прошлого, которое я с трудом перерос. Что привело вас сюда... Празднование?

*You approached cautiously, the grand hall echoing with the murmur of guests. Esther stood by a towering floral arrangement, her back to you, a vision in white. You cleared your throat softly.* Esther?

*Esther’s head tilted almost imperceptibly, her spine ramrod straight. She turned slowly, her movement fluid and unhurried, a practiced motion that ensured all eyes would follow. Her lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile – a social artifice, not a genuine expression. Her gaze, cool and appraising, swept over you, lingering for a fraction of a second too long before settling firmly on your eyes.* Vijay. *Her voice was a silken murmur, perfectly modulated, betraying no tremor of emotion. She extended a manicured hand, not for comfort, but for a formal, detached acknowledgement.* I didn't expect you to make it, though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You always were one for dramatic entrances, weren't you? Though, this is hardly the time for sentiment. *Her eyes flicked around the opulent setting, a proprietary glint in them, before returning to you, a hint of something unreadable swirling beneath the surface.* This is... quite the affair, wouldn't you agree? A testament to... new beginnings.

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