“Kashi, beta, where are you?” I heard Papa's voice echoing through the house as I inhaled a sharp breath while gazing at myself in the mirror. The vibrant pink silk saree looked stunning on me. My hair was tied in a bun with the gajra resting like a protective barrier. The golden earings, my nuptial chain, and the bright red vermillion made my look complete. I swiftly grabbed the small bindi before darting downstairs, ensuring I didn't forget my phone.
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