Music pulsed through the grand banquet hall like a heavy, electric heartbeat. Cascades of warm gold fairy lights draped from the high ceiling, casting a soft glow over dancing guests, spinning silks, and silver platters of food. The rich scent of burning sandalwood and sweet roses filled the air.
To the rest of the world, it was an extravagant celebration of love.
Aira stood near the edge of the stage, wrapped in a shimmering, deep purple lehenga. Her back was completely exposed—just as he had demanded—held together by nothing more than thin silk strings tied across her spine, the heavy embroidered fabric dipping dangerously low.
She hated herself for wearing it. She hated the way the cool air brushed against her skin. But when she had tried to pick a higher neck, her father's pale, ter
