Eisha's POV
The day was drawing to a close, yet her heart thudded louder than any dhol playing outside. The haldi ceremony had ended in haste, not out of oversight but because Abhimaan Singh Raghuvanshi had demanded the wedding be held early—tomorrow, to be precise. Every ritual, every tradition, was being rearranged at his command, as if fate itself bent before his will. But while the palace danced in celebration, the storm brewing in his eyes had not settled.
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