A feminine, raspy, and strained voice erupted in the silent hallway of the second floor of the Ranawat's palace as she knocked hard on the door, frustration evident in every motion. With a sigh of exasperation, she banged on the door again, standing in her semi-bridal lehenga. The deep red fabric contrasted with her glowing skin, the intricate gold embroidery catching the faint light of the corridor. Her black, curly hair, styled in a fish-cut look, cascaded down her back, just above her waist. It was parted in the middle, adorned with vermillion, symbolising her recent marriage. A delicate nuptial chain hung around her neck, marking her as a newlywed—just hours ago, in fact
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