The room was bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles, their golden light casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of roses and jasmine, but nothing was as intoxicating as the presence of her husbands.
Ipshita stood in the center of the room, her bridal lehenga now slightly disheveled, her breath uneven from the kisses that had already stolen every ounce of control she had.
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