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chapter 8 : unwanted

The mandap smelled of incense, marigolds, and irreversible mistakes.

Fairy lights blinked above my head like they were mocking me on, off, on, off exactly like my luck. The sacred fire burned steadily in front of me, calm and confident, as if it knew something I didn’t.

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