Aryan was supposed to be just another wedding guest — a stranger in a black shirt, gold watch and dangerous eyes who appeared beneath fairy lights during the haldi and somehow stayed inside my head afterward. But the more functions passed, the more impossible he became to ignore. He kept showing up everywhere I was, looking at me like he already knew something about me nobody else did. Maybe it was just a temporary wedding attachment. Maybe it was the late night conversations, the accidental touches, the way his hand always found my waist in crowded rooms, or the way he stayed longer at every function without explanation. But after everything my past destroyed inside me, I knew one thing for sure — people like Aryan don’t enter lives peacefully. They become memories you carry long after the music stops. The real question was: would he stay long enough to matter… or leave me ruined once the wedding ended?
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