The grand doors opened, and the cool night air hit them as they stepped back onto the lawn. Mahid’s hand remained firmly around Seher’s, guiding her through the sea of guests. The heavy silk of the vintage lehenga rustled softly as she walked, its timeless elegance drawing every eye in the garden.
Kausar, who had been looking around anxiously, finally spotted them. Relief washed over her face, and she immediately hurried towards them.
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