The morning sun cast golden streaks across the courtyard of the Sree Padmanabhaswamy Temple as Kavitha Menon adjusted her heavy silk sari for the hundredth time. The gold-bordered cream fabric, passed down from her grandmother, felt both familiar and foreign against her skin. In three hours, she would no longer be just Kavitha Menon. She would be Mrs. Kavitha Rohith Nambiar, wife to a man she had known for exactly four months and twelve days.
"Stop fidgeting, kutta," her mother Kamala whispered, using the pet name that always made Kavitha smile. "You'll wrinkle the sari before the ceremony even begins."




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