As dawn broke over Madhavpur, the sun bathed the palace in a golden hue, but inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Priya sat on the edge of the lavish bed, her heart racing, still reeling from the events of the previous night. The delicate roses that adorned the room suddenly felt suffocating, symbols of a marriage that felt like a gilded cage. She could hear Veer moving around the adjoining chamber, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead gnawed at her.
Meanwhile, Veer stood by the window, gazing out at the sprawling gardens, his mind a tempest. What had begun as a calculated act of revenge was quickly morphing into something uncontrollable. The fierce attraction he felt for Priya struggled against the bitterness of his situation. He had vowed to settle the score with her family, yet here he was, married to the daughter of the enemy.
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