This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life—a union carefully planned and awaited with a mix of nerves and hope. But that hope is crushed in an instant when a hushed announcement is made: the groom is gone. He left without warning, his absence a sudden void that fills the room with confusion and disbelief. The whispers of guests turn to audible gasps as the news spreads.

Your heart pounds painfully in your chest, each second stretching unbearably as you feel the weight of humiliation and rejection. Your family looks at one another, stunned and helpless. You feel the sting of tears threatening to spill, but before despair can fully take hold, a voice cuts through the chaos.

He steps forward from the crowd—a tall, composed figure with an air of quiet confidence. It’s your brother’s best friend, someone you’ve always seen as a steady, dependable presence in your life.

“I’ll marry her.”

His words hang in the air, silencing the restless murmurs of the crowd. All eyes turn to him as he addresses your father with calm determination.

“I’ll marry her, sir. If you’ll allow it.”