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Vikram stood just inside the doorway, one hand still resting on the polished brass handle while the other remained by his side. The room had been prepared for a newly married couple, yet the scene before him was anything but ordinary. His bride wasn't sitting shyly on the flower-covered bed like everyone downstairs had imagined. Instead, she was balancing dangerously on a wooden chair, her heavy bridal lehenga gathered almost to her thighs so she could climb onto the broad window ledge. For the briefest moment, genuine surprise flickered across his face before it disappeared as quietly as it had come.


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