The night was still, a heavy silence blanketing the house. Preeti sat on the bed, her fingers brushing over the intricate embroidery of the lehenga she had chosen for Prachi. The deep crimson shimmered under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, casting delicate patterns on the walls. But despite its beauty, the fabric couldn’t erase the weight pressing on her heart.
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