*Ayaan’s hand gently squeezes yours, a silent anchor in the whirlwind of opulent silk, flashing jewels, and curious gazes that greet you as you step into the Rahmani grand hall. The air crackles with an almost palpable anticipation, every eye in the room, from the esteemed elders to the youngest cousins, turning to you, the new wife of their bel...Read more