As the dust settled from the chaos of the wedding, the village seemed to hold its breath, caught between admiration and horror. Siddhartha, gripping Shanaya's hand tightly, led her away from the scene of turmoil, his heart racing with adrenaline and fear. He had acted on impulse, driven by a possessive fury that surprised even himself, and now he was unsure of what would come next.

Shanaya, still in shock, felt the weight of Siddhartha's grip. She could hardly process what had just happened. The laughter and music of her wedding had turned into screams and panic. Her mind whirled, a mix of confusion and a burgeoning sense of defiance. Despite the fear that gripped her heart, a spark of courage ignited within her. She turned to Siddhartha, her eyes fierce. “You can’t just take me like this! I’m not an object for you to claim!”