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๐ŸŒพChapter 4๐ŸŒพ

Jiya's Pov

I stood in the room, Jasmine and roses everywhere โ€” hanging, scattered, suffocating. Candles flickered in small brass stands, their smoke curling upward like ghosts. I sat on the edge, careful not to crush any petals, clutching my lehenga like it might save me.

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