The entire atmosphere in the wedding hall grew still. The sound of laughter, music, and celebration faded into a heavy silence. Everyone stared at Anshika — her words echoing in the air like a thunderclap. The sparkle in her eyes that once reflected excitement for her brother's wedding had now turned into a pool of pain and helpless courage.
Her trembling hands clutched the edge of her blue pastel saree, the mirror work catching the light of the flickering diyas. She tried to stand tall, but her knees felt weak under the weight of the moment. Her lips quivered as she forced a faint smile, her voice breaking yet determined.
"Papa, Maa, Dada... I'm ready to get married to anyone."
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