The marble floor of the Gurudwara felt cool beneath their bare feet, carrying a quiet calm that neither of them fully understood, yet both were wrapped in. The soft hum of Gurbani filled the air, echoing gently against the white walls. The fragrance of Karah Prasad lingered, warm and comforting.
They stood before the Guru Granth Sahib, heads respectfully covered, hands folded. Around them, a couple was quietly performing the sacred Anand Karaj. The rhythm of the ceremony was serene no loud declarations, just devotion, stillness, and a deep, unspoken bond forming in the presence of the divine.
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