As the mehendi ceremony came to a close, I found myself being led to the bedroom that I was supposed to share with Kol for the next seven nights. It was a beautifully decorated room, with soft, dimmed lighting and a large, comfortable bed adorned with silk sheets and intricate cushions.
I took a deep breath as I entered the room, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within me. Sharing a room with Kol was something I hadn't anticipated, and the name "Kol" etched onto my hand in henna served as a constant reminder of the complex situation I found myself in.
The room was filled with the subtle fragrance of flowers, and the soft glow of candles cast dancing shadows across the walls. It was undeniably romantic, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was intentionally designed this way.
