The morning of the nikah arrived wrapped in a strange stillness, as if even the mountains surrounding the old haveli understood that this day was not meant for noise, but for something far deeper.
Soft golden sunlight slipped quietly through the tall arched windows, touching the antique walls that had witnessed generations of memories. The haveli carried a peaceful dignity in its old architecture — carved wooden doors, long corridors echoing faint footsteps, intricately patterned railings, and high ceilings painted with delicate fading motifs of another era.
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