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3. Haldi Milk & Unlaced Silk

AUTHOR'S POV

The black Maybach glided through the iron gates of the ancestral estate without a single bump. Inside, completely overwhelmed by terror, grief, and the sheer sensory overload of four sacred vows, Chandani had simply collapsed into unconsciousness ten minutes into the drive. Her small head had lolled sideways against the plush leather, heavy bridal veil drooping, thick lashes wet with dried salt.

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Sunshine_tales_7

​I write sins, heavy smut, with plot 🫦🤌 Because why settle for one when we can have it all? 🥂😋✨

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