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3 : THE CHOSEN BRIDE

Achindra was tying his dhoti while looking at Lakshmi with a steady, observant gaze. She had turned away from him and was hurriedly putting on her clothes, her fingers trembling slightly as she wiped her tears again and again, as if she did not want him to see that she had been crying. The room still felt heavy, filled with silence and something unspoken that lingered between them like a shadow that refused to leave. He watched her for a few moments, saying nothing, as if he was studying her, understanding her reactions, memorizing her fear.

The moment she finished adjusting her saree, he suddenly pulled her toward himself. Lakshmi gasped softly, startled by the sudden movement, and immediately tried to step back, but his grip was firm. Fear rose in her chest again, and before he could say anything, she spoke in a trembling voice, almost pleading.

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