He walk around the hall greeting the guests as the women get their Mehendi done. Hashir smile and watch them from afar, leaning against the wall, when one catches my eyes. Wearing silver Lehenga. She laughs at something the bride says, her hand clad in the red stain.

A waiter walks past her and she pouts and licks her lips, Hashir smiles and jog to them, "Hey ladies need any help?"