Sameera’s eyes went wide and her hand stuck midway to her mouth "What?" Sameera couldn't quite believe her ears. "Zayn mamu is getting married?" She asked again. "Didn't you hear what mom said? He agreed to get married, that what mom said" Sameer said while serving a spoonful of dhal to his dear wife Fara. "So, my words worked?" Sameera said in a faint and unbelievable voice. "What?" Her dad asked and Sameera said nothing.

Months passed and it was Zayn's marriage. The resort was a dreamscape of ivory and crimson. Red and white balloons danced in the breeze, weaving through the scent of blooming roses and night jasmine. Under the silver glow of a crescent moon, the air hummed with the laughter of guests and the soft tinkling of crockery.