The ghoonghat lifted for a second—just a sliver of reflected candlelight.
He wasn’t here for the wedding. He was here for a photo assignment: "Fading Traditions of Coastal Maharashtra." At least, that’s what he told his editor.
He made it to the back veranda. No Meera. Just a single red chooda (bangle) lying on a brass plate, next to a mobile phone.
The phone buzzed.
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But Arjun wasn’t looking at the groom. His eyes were locked on the silhouette behind the silk curtain.
Arjun looked up. The second-floor windows were dark, but one curtain swayed gently, as if someone had just stepped back.