Amrutha’s POV (a day before the engagement)
The heavy velvet of the emerald engagement gown felt less like couture and more like a shroud. I stared at my reflection, barely recognizing the woman beneath the layers of silk and the suffocating weight of the heirloom diamonds my father had forced onto my neck. Every sparkle felt like a calculated bribe, a shimmering price tag attached to my freedom.
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