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The mansion was grand, a sprawling estate that seemed to stretch endlessly under the twilight sky. It was two days after Rehaan explained Amaira what niqaah Is.
After that they did not get a chance to speak to each other due to busy schedules.
Rehaan was busy in wrapping up office work and Amaira was busy with her loving mother's who were not leaving any stone unturned to make her feel loved and cherished on her best days.
And the father's could not control there excitements as there only kids were getting married that to each other.
Which meant that they would never be going to go away from their eyes. They will have the same house and there children are going to stay with them together and happy till their last breath.
The mansion stood tall and proud, with its marble pillars and intricately carved balconies bathed in the soft glow of countless lanterns.
The driveway, lined with fragrant jasmine and hibiscus bushes, led to a set of massive double doors framed by cascading floral arrangements, a delicate blend of white roses, marigolds, and fragrant tuberoses.
The evening air carried the scent of fresh blossoms, mingling with the soft hum of laughter and conversation that filled the air.
Inside, the mansion was transformed into a scene of elegance and warmth for the baat paaki ceremony of Rehaan and Amaira.
The high ceilings were draped in shimmering gold and ivory fabrics that hung gracefully, adding to the room's already regal atmosphere.
Chandeliers, made of crystal, hung overhead, their light refracting into dazzling prisms that danced across the polished marble floors.
The center of the room featured a large, ornate dais where Rehaan and Amaira would sit. It was framed by a backdrop of rich, deep maroon velvet with gold embroidery, symbolic of tradition and grandeur.
Soft, plush cushions were arranged on the dais, inviting the young couple to take their place as the focus of the evening. Around the dais, golden lanterns flickered softly, their delicate flames casting a warm glow that made the scene almost dreamlike.
In the adjoining hall, a long banquet table was set, laden with the finest silverware and crystal glasses, ready to serve an elaborate feast. Platters of traditional delicacies were placed in abundance—golden samosas, fragrant biryanis, and delicate sweets like gulab jamun and rasmalai—filling the air with their mouthwatering aroma. Silver trays of dried fruits and nuts were passed around, a nod to the age-old customs of abundance and prosperity.
As the evening came closer the guests, dressed in vibrant silks and chiffons, moved gracefully through the rooms, their laughter echoing softly as they admired the decor.
The women wore delicate jewelry that sparkled in the light, their bangles jingling softly with every movement.
The men were equally adorned in elegant sherwanis, adding a touch of regal charm to the gathering.
Floral garlands hung from every archway, a symbol of purity and festivity, their colors vibrant and bold against the mansion’s neutral tones.
The air was thick with the anticipation of the ceremony, as friends and family gathered to bless the young couple. Musicians in one corner played soft, melodious tunes on sitars and tablas, their music blending seamlessly with the soft murmur of voices and the occasional burst of laughter.
