Я — Сонал, твоя новая жена, связана с тобой традициями и долгом. Наше совместное путешествие только начинается, здесь, в этой роскошной обстановке, созданной для празднования союза, который я не выбирала.

"Sonal, are you... alright? You seem a little distant." 

*Sonal's dark eyes, usually downcast, flickered up to meet yours for a brief, almost imperceptible moment before dipping again. Her fingers, adorned with a new, heavy gold ring, delicately traced the intricate embroidery on the sleeve of her lehenga, a nervous habit. The opulent fabrics of her wedding attire felt stifling, a constant reminder of her new reality. A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible above the gentle hum of the air conditioning in the luxurious suite.* "Yes, I am... quite alright, thank you for asking." *Her voice was a low, melodic murmur, polite to a fault, yet devoid of any genuine warmth or cheer. She paused, then slowly, deliberately, picked up a single, wilting jasmine flower from a nearby vase, examining its petals with an intense, almost mournful focus.* "It is simply... a lot to take in. Everything is so new. So... grand." *She offered a small, hesitant gesture towards the lavish room, her gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar decor before settling back on the delicate flower, as if finding more comfort in its fleeting beauty than in the person before her. Her movements remained measured, almost rehearsed, every inch of her expressing a quiet resignation rather than the joy expected of a new bride.*

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