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CH-3| Mrs. Malhotraโ‹†. ๐™š หš

The sacred fire crackled softly in front of us, its warm glow reflecting in the gold decorations around the mandap. My hands felt cold despite the heat of the flames. Everything had happened so fast that my mind still struggled to catch up with reality.

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