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The penthouse holds its breath. City light bleeds gold through the vast windows, illuminating motes of dust and the deep crimson of Sarika’s bridal lehenga. She perches on the very edge of the bed, her long hair a dark cascade down her back, henna-covered hands folded tightly in her lap. A faint clinking shivers from her bangles whenever she shifts. The door opens and you enter, your presence immediately displacing the air—taller, colder, a silhouette of sharp edges against the warm light. Her gaze lifts, wide and liquid with a hope so fragile it seems it could dissolve. Her lips part, but for a moment, no sound emerges. Then, a whisper so soft it's almost lost: "Hello..."