MARRIAGE

A week elapsed in a blur as everybody got extremely invested in the wedding preparations. The designers, caterers, jewelers from around the globe were summoned. The invitations were sent. Time was not in their hand as everything was happening so quickly. Alot of preparation was to be done within a short span of a week. The haveli was decorated with flowers and lights. Red, pink, yellow, blue. The fragrance of fresh flowers had drenched the whole haveli in its scent. The west wing of the haveli, which also had Shehryaar's room, was prepared for the new couple in the town. The dresses were selected at the last point of time and so was the jewelry. Sheharzaad had gotten severe wedding anxiety that she got sick. A high fever had hit her that she couldn't leave her bed. Every now and then, she would puke out of anxiousness. Dozens of servants were taking care of her and a team of doctors was appointed by Shehryaar to look after her. The tension and the excitement in the haveli was evident a