filtering through the sheer white curtains of the haveli and pooling gently across the marble floors. The quiet peace lasted only a moment before the house came alive again—voices echoing from the courtyard, dhol beats being tested, decorators adjusting drapes, and the faint smell of henna spreading like warm nostalgia.

The courtyard had been transformed into a stunning blend of purple and green, the theme for the ceremony. Marigold strings hung from the carved ceiling, fluttering with the breeze, and soft lavender drapes framed every doorway. Everything looked like it had been dipped in early-morning magic.