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14. First night✨

Arshita was roaming around the room like a confused fairy stuck in too much fabric. Her bridal lehenga felt heavier with every step, the dupatta sliding off her shoulder again and again as she tried to walk properly.

“Who designs this much weight?” she muttered, lifting the lehenga slightly and turning in a slow circle, admiring herself in the mirror for exactly two seconds before getting bored.

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Shivika🦋✨

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