There is no music.
No procession.
No petals thrown in the air.
Just two names.
Two signatures.
And a woman wrapped in red as if the whole world is watching.
She wears red not because she must, but because she can.
Not for the spectacle,
but for the stillness it holds.
A colour chosen not to perform tradition,
but to feel rooted within it.
This is a new kind of bridal.
Still sacred. Still ceremonial.
But stripped back to its most powerful form.
Because even in silence,
she arrives like royalty.
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