Vyanish gently held her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles, as if trying to soothe the silence between them. His voice, though low, carried the weight of everything he hadn’t said before.

"I know… it must’ve hurt. The fact that we’re standing here now, married—yet before this, I never even tried to meet you once. I didn’t fight to know your name… your face… not even who you are beneath all the roles people assigned you."