"Some weddings are the beginning of love. Theirs was the beginning of forgiveness, healing, and a lifetime of proving that the love they had waited years for was worth the wait."
The morning of the wedding arrived with a softness that felt almost unreal. The Malhotra Mansion woke before sunrise, filled with the sound of laughter, footsteps, music and excited voices. After years of imagining what this day might look like, Amaira finally stood before her mirror as a bride—but her heart was strangely calm. She wasn't nervous about marrying Devansh anymore. What frightened her was everything that came after. She loved him, perhaps more deeply than she had ever loved anyone, but she hadn't forgotten the years he had spent pushing her away. She knew marriage couldn't erase those memories overnight. Today she would give him her hand, but her heart would take longer to completely trust him again.




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