The day was a blur of silk, roses, and whispers. Kiara stood at the altar, her long veil brushing her shoulders. The weight of the heavy bridal gown and the ancestral diamonds pressing down on her, yet she felt lighter than air. She hardly saw the people around her. All she could see was Abhimaan.

He stood across from her, strong and steady in his traditional attire, His eyes burned with quiet intensity. and when he took her hand, his touch sent a shiver through her. "Your hand on mine... it's like fire promising to consume me whole," Kiara whispered breathlessly under her breath. His palm was warm and firm, his fingers closing around hers like a vow. It wasn’t just a wedding ritual...it was a promise.