Sameera barged into Saba’s room, but her heart stopped. Saba wasn't in her bridal finery. She was sitting on the bed in a plain, formal dress, her face set in stone.

​"Saba! What are you doing?!" Sameera gasped, looking at her friend's lack of a wedding dress. The bridal finery lay untouched. Sameera sat beside her, gently patting her shoulder. "Are you okay?"