“When I am alive and I am empress. When you have everything I’ve vowed to you and Ahiranya…” Silence, as Malini cupped Priya’s waist with a hand; as she stretched her fingers wide, as if she could encompass it, hold Priya and keep her. “I’ve dreamt of garlanding you,” Malini confessed. A small, secret thing. “Flowers around your throat, and you garlanding me in turn. The two of us making our own promises to each other. I’ve dreamt of naming you my own. My heart. My wife.”
