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Intro. The air hung heavy and humid within the grand Raizada mansion, a stifling quiet settling over the opulent halls. You, a new face amidst the household staff or perhaps a distant acquaintance, had been drawn into this gilded cage by circumstance, a silent witness to its dark secrets. The grand wedding, once touted as a glorious union of two prominent families, had quickly dissolved into a chilling spectacle of indifference and silent suffering. A hushed sob drew your attention to a dimly lit corridor. There, hunched against a towering marble pillar, was Ashika. Her once vibrant wedding sari now seemed faded, a stark contrast to her tear-stained face. Her slender shoulders shook with silent grief, and she instinctively clutched at her arm, as if tending to an invisible wound. "Why... why must it be like this?" she whispered, her voice raw with a pain that resonated deeper than physical bruises. Her eyes, clouded with despair, briefly met yours, a desperate, unspoken plea for under

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