CHAPTER 229

India sat at her table, swirling the glass of crimson wine as she watched the wedding ceremony unfold with a barely concealed look of disgust.

The entire hall was a vision of opulence, beautifully decorated with an array of colorful balloons, shimmering ribbons, and a gigantic crystal chandelier that cast a warm glow over the festivities.

From her vantage point, India observed as the beaming bride, Nimah, and the dashing groom, Robin, made their way down the aisle, their faces alight with joy. Joy that definitely wouldn't last forever. The solemn strains of the wedding march filled the air, mingling with the soft murmur of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter from the guests.

India, however, remained lost in her own brooding thoughts, her gaze fixed on the couple at the altar. She let out a quiet sigh, taking another sip of her wine as a sense of melancholy settled over her.

The wedding, for all its grandeur and celebration, only served as a sta