Author's pov :
Meenakshi felt like she was standing on top of the world. Her heart was light, her face glowing with a happiness she couldn’t hide even if she tried. Her fingers kept touching the thaali around her neck again and again, as if she needed to reassure herself that it was real—that Jeeva was finally hers. A bright, satisfied smile stayed on her lips, untouched by the storm she had created around her.







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