A tear slipped from Avni’s eyes as the priests’ chants echoed around her. Each word dragged her back to the memories of her own wedding. A wedding—meant to be sacred, meant to symbolize connection, joy, trust, a new family, love—everything pure. But here, these people had turned it into mockery. A mockery of the bride, of her emotions. In the name of revenge, they hadn’t just shattered her life… they had destroyed Amrita’s too.Two women punished for crimes they never committed.

Her fingers gently brushed over the bandage that Guru had tied around her hand.