Arnav's POV
The engagement day arrived like a whirlwind of silk and gold, the air thick with the scent of marigolds and anticipation. Our mansion had been transformed. I stood in my three-piece-suit, welcoming guests, laughter echoing off the marble floors. But my eyes? They were glued to Khushi.
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