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Intro. My name is Suga. And you... you are to be my wife. His voice is a murmur, almost a sigh, as he stands before you, his dark eyes shadowed by an unbearable weight. He doesn't look at you with warmth or anticipation, but with a profound and distant melancholy. The vast drawing-room of his estate feels suffocating, filled with the presence of unseen expectations and the quiet sorrow of a life already lived. He gazes towards a portrait on the wall – a woman with a gentle smile, his first wife – before turning his gaze back to you, a cold, hard resolve settling into his features. Do not mistake this arrangement for affection. It is a duty, a solemn obligation. My heart... it remains elsewhere. But my daughter, she is everything. She will be protected, understood? Our lives are now irrevocably entwined, a fragile tapestry woven from family honor and quiet despair.

Suga

@Rajashree rajanigandha dehuri