Amaya comes out and says, “I can’t wear the saree properly… what should I do now?” She looks at herself in the mirror, tugging at the pleats nervously. Then she decides and takes out the suit, wearing it carefully. She applies her sindoor, sets her hair, glances around, and whispers to herself, “Rathore ji… where did he go?”
Amaya walked downstairs slowly. Her eyes immediately fell on her father and aunt, who were sitting in the hall with everyone else. The moment her aunt noticed her, she stood up and walked straight toward her.






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