But the wedding was a train without brakes.

This was not a drizzle. This was a monsoon's revenge.

Riya laughed. It was the first real laugh she'd had in three days.

We saw aunts clutching frozen mimosas not just to drink, but to press against their foreheads between dance numbers. The "hot" factor isn't just the temperature—it's the spicy street food stalls (chaat) that make you break into a "flavor sweat" before the sun even hits its peak. Hydration vs. Celebration