It looked like a wedding that had been planned for months, not thrown together in 48 hours.
Heena wore the traditional red wedding dress—an elaborate, formal bridal outfit with intricate embroidery and a heavy headdress that covered most of her face with dangling beaded ornaments.
As she stood in the preparation room before the ceremony, looking at herself in the polished bronze mirror, Heena sighed internally.
'I really didn't want to get married. If it weren't for Maya making my life even more unbearable and dangerous, I definitely would not have agreed to this.'
Marriage meant complications. Emotional entanglements. Expectations she'd have to manage.
But it was the most practical solution to her immediate survival problems, so here she was.
'Whatever. Just another role to play. Just another mission to complete.'
The ceremony proceeded according to traditional customs.
