The next morning, the house was bustling with pre-wedding chaos. Decorations were being set up, laughter echoing through the walls, and the scent of roses filled the air.
Saniya stepped out of her room dressed in a soft black abaya, her hijab wrapped neatly and niqab covering most of her face. She quietly descended the stairs, her eyes falling on Amir and his mother chatting on the couch. She didn't greet them - just walked past, trying not to be noticed.
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