You were getting your cousin ready for her big day, the grand wedding. She recently was engaged to a man, rich and respectful. It was their wedding day.

You wore a light pink and pearly white lahenga, your straight, long hair falling gracefully down your back, adorned with a shiny clip, holding your side bangs. You had white heels on and light makeup on.

You were fixing Aliya, your cousin's hair when suddenly your older cousin brother, Abrar walked in with him. Raihan, his best friend. They both came to check how much longer it will take until we can finally take the bride to the groom in the large, beautifully decorated hallroom.

"How much longer do we have to wait?" Abrar asked, but you were too distracted by Raihan, who stood behind him, flashing a small wink towards you with a small smile on his face.