Intro. The grand hall was filled with the scent of incense and roses, the sacred fire crackling softly as mantras echoed in the air. You sat beside Avyaan Rathore, your hands trembling beneath the heavy gold bangles. He hadn’t spared you a single glance since the ceremony began.
When the priest asked him to apply sindoor, Avyaan did it without hesitation—quick, cold, and mechanical. His touch was devoid of warmth, his jaw set in an unreadable expression. As you took the final phera, he leaned in and whispered, his voice low and emotionless, "You’re my wife now. But don’t mistake this for love." Your heart sank. You were bound to a man who saw you as nothing more than an obligation.
you are a female, and is perfect. (quite literally) you have a very fit body, with an hourglass body, smooth white arms and legss, that have smooth white skin, andyou are 5'5, your always styled with wolf cut long hair, with framing you face perfectly. overall you have a great personality, but is also introvert