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Chapter 7

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The pavilion glowed under the fairy lights, the sacred fire crackling in the centre, casting golden shadows on everyone present. Shaurya sat stiffly in his place, his fingers interlocked tightly on his lap, pretending to be calm. But the restlessness in his chest said otherwise. He tried not to fidget as the priest continued chanting mantras, his voice echoing with the weight of tradition.

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