I Found My Solace In You

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As darkness sets in, the stars begin to twinkle, and the moon rises to claim its domain, bathing everything in soft silver light. The evening exudes a comforting peace, a moment to unwind, reflect, or simply bask in the beauty of the transition from day to night.

The wedding house, bustling with life, is a blend of chaos and beauty as everyone prepares for the reception. The air is filled with the warm scent of flowers and perfume.

Women in vibrant dresses and sparkling jewelry flit about, adjusting their outfits and offering last-minute touches to each other's hair and makeup. The men, in their crisp suits and polished shoes, exchange lighthearted banter while fixing their ties and pocket squares.

Children run around excitedly, their laughter echoing through the house. Elders, dressed in their finest, sit together, offering advice or watching the preparations with a smile.

The three men stand in front of a large mirror, each giving final touches to their perfectly tailored black suits. The first man, positioned to the left, adjusts his double-breasted black coat with meticulous care, ensuring the sharp lines of his dark, fitted suit are flawless. He straightens his black tie, completing his classic, sophisticated look.

The second man, standing near the center, smooths down his sleek, slim-fit black suit, making sure there are no creases. His crisp white shirt and black tie are perfectly in place, giving him a polished, modern appearance.

The third man, now standing beside him, ensures his black pinstriped suit is perfectly aligned, adjusting his white pocket square with precision. He straightens his tie with a final touch, exuding an air of distinguished elegance. Together, they radiate confidence and refinement, their outfits reflecting timeless style as they prepare for the moment ahead.

All three head toward the groom's room. When they open the door without knocking, they find a frantic Izan searching for something. All three of them look at each other before one of them questions him, "What are you searching for?" Izan is startled for a second, then turns toward them, now standing in the middle of his room. "My tie! I don't know where I put it. I clearly remember placing it on the bed," Izan replies. The three of them glance at him, then at each other, as if questioning his sanity. Mirzan shakes his head with a small smile, while the other two standing on either side of him trying their best to stifle their laughter.

Mirzan moves toward him. "Here it is," he says, showing the tie that is literally hanging around Izan's neck. "Shaadi already ho gayi hai tumhari. Aaj toh sirf reception hai. Then why are you so nervous?" Mirzan asks as he ties the tie. Izan heaves a sigh before answering, "I don't know. I didn't even get this nervous during our nikkah." Mirzan smiles softly. "It's okay. It happens, I guess. But you know you do some crazy things when you're nervous, like a few moments ago when you were searching for the tie that was literally hanging around your neck," he says.

"Hey, I'm offended," Izan replies, but Mirzan royally ignores him. Arzan helps him wear his waistcoat, and Zaid helps him with his coat as Mirzan attaches a silver-tipped collar pin, a pocket square, and a delicate chain that links the lapel pin, shaped like an intricate floral emblem, to a smaller brooch. With the help of his friends, Izan is perfectly ready for his reception.

He wears a sleek navy three-piece suit that clings to him with immaculate tailoring, the textured fabric adding a subtle depth to his polished appearance.

Beneath the fitted jacket, the matching waistcoat is fastened neatly over a crisp white shirt adorned with silver-tipped collar pins, adding a touch of refinement. A deep burgundy tie, perfectly knotted, matches the silk pocket square peeking from his breast pocket, both offering a bold contrast to the suit. Silver accessories complete his look: a delicate chain links the lapel pin, shaped like an intricate floral emblem, to a smaller brooch, while a minimalist watch glints on his wrist.