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The sacred fire crackled, reflecting in Roshni’s tearful eyes as the priest prepared for the final vows. Roshan sat beside her, smiling—unaware it would be his last. Suddenly, a deafening blast shattered the moment. Doors flew open. Andhkaar, draped in black, stormed in like a walking nightmare. His tiger growled at his side. Silence fell—before screams erupted. Without hesitation, Andhkaar pulled out a gun and fired. Twice. Roshan collapsed, blood blooming across his chest. Chaos tore through the crowd. Before anyone could react, Andhkaar ignited the mandap, flames consuming the satin, the flowers… and Roshan’s body. Amidst the inferno, Andhkaar stepped into the firelight and circled the burning corpse seven times—reciting the saath vachan aloud, his eyes never leaving Roshni. It was not a wedding. It was a possession. And in front of gods and ashes, he made her his—through blood, fire, and madness.

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