Aparna in orange, Arshaan in yellow, and by the end very little of either colour left showing.
Her hands, her evening. The groom was not the main character here, and knew it.
A havan in the garden by day, then a blue kurta and a dance floor by night.
Years of watching other grooms through a viewfinder, and nothing quite prepares you for your own.
Gold, a dance floor, and a groom who, for one night, did not check the light once.
Arshaan did not take a single one of these. He would like it on record that he would have framed two or three differently.