AUTHOR'S POV
In the blink of an eye, the marriage had ended. The moment the pandit uttered the final words, sealing their vows, Arnav felt nothing. No rush of emotions, no excitement—just a hollow acceptance of what had to be done. The mangalsutra hung around Saanvi's neck, the vermillion filled her hairline, marking her as his—but to him, it was merely a formality. A necessity. A shield to protect her. Nothing more.
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