The morning of the wedding did not arrive with the harsh, waking glare of the sun; it arrived like a benediction. A golden mist clung to the valleys surrounding the Haveli, softening the rugged landscape into something dreamlike. The Haveli, a fortress of stone that had stood for centuries as a monument to pride and silence, was now unrecognizable. It had been reborn as a sanctuary of light.

Thousands of white jasmine garlands were strung from the arched parapets, their heavy, intoxicating scent creating a sensory veil between the world of the past and the world of the new. Every window, every doorway, and every pillar was illuminated by thousands of tiny, warm-glowing fairy lights and antique brass oil lamps. It felt as if the stars themselves had descended to rest upon the rooftops of the Haveli.