THE MARRIGE UNDER PRESSURE

Fri, 07 Nov 2025 11:56:27 +0000

The temple courtyard smelled of incense and marigold — bright, perfumed, but not bright enough to hide the ugliness of the moment. Fairy lights strung between banyan branches flickered in the evening breeze, and a small canopy had been set up for the ceremony. It looked festive from a distance; up close it felt staged, a trap dressed in color.