By the time Anaya and Reyansh reached his house, her body had stopped feeling like her own.
The house was lit from every corner. Flowers hung from the entrance. Diyas lined the doorway. Relatives stood waiting with smiles, phones, trays, and blessings. The moment the car stopped, voices rose around them.
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