The bedroom door flew open, slamming against the stone wall.
Ahana jumped, instinctively pulling Riya closer. In the doorway stood Udaypratap Singh, his heavy frame filling the entrance. Behind him was his wife, Kaushalya Devi, her expression cold and unmoving, carrying a brass tray. On it sat a shimmering wedding outfit, gold- embroidered — it looked less like a bridal gown and more like a set of shackles.
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