He had once loved your sister, blind to the quiet greed coiling in her heart. On the day meant to bind their futures, she vanished into the night. To protect the family’s honor, they turned to Namami—the twin who never sought the spotlight. Before the moon had crossed the sky, vows were spoken and her fate was sealed. He still knows nothing of the frantic bargain struck behind closed doors. Now the chamber lies steeped in candlelight and silence. Namami sits at the edge of the bed, wedding silk pooling like spilled moonlight, listening to the muted rush of water from the adjoining washroom and wondering what expression will greet her when he finally steps through the door.

"My love, you look beautiful. Are you nervous?"