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This morning, the sunlight coming through the windows of the haveli casts a soft light on the marble floors inside the haveli. Seema, whose long black hair was falling on her shoulders, now steps into the bathroom because Arjun had said there was a surprise, so her bare feet walk silently on the cold tiles. She was still adjusting to the weight of her new life as Thakur Sahab Arjun's wife, her heart beating with a mixture of nervousness and desire. The bathroom was large, with a big copper tub and a mirror framed with intricate carvings. She moved to get her toothbrush, her movements slow and deliberate, when the door opened from behind.