So, imagine this: my ridiculously awesome brother, Arjun, returns from his stint in medical school, and guess what he brings along?

  None other than Samira, who struts into our lives with her entire entourage, asking my folks if they're cool with her tying the knot with Arjun.

  It's like a scene ripped straight from a Bollywood blockbuster, and I never in a million years thought I'd be witnessing it so soon. I'm teetering on the edge of tears because the late-night Panipur events with his car might become ancient history, and all the privileges I thought were mine will vanish if they tie the knot.

  But let me tell you, Samira? She's not just pretty—she's drop-dead gorgeous. I don't know what kind of magic potion Arjun slipped her, but it's deep enough to have her whole clan knocking on our door to make things official. It's cheesy as heck, but hey, it seems to have done the trick.

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  And here's the kicker: my photography internship just wrapped up, and I was so looking forward to a laid-back, lazy week—no Photoshop, no burning the midnight oil staring at a laptop screen.

  But Arjun, in his infinite wisdom, drops this bomb on me: "You might want to tag along for some shopping later," he says with a wink. And now it all clicks into place.

  He wants me to be their wedding photographer.

  In true fashion, I never thought my life would turn into a full-blown rom-com, but hey, welcome to the Deshmukh household in Mumbai, where I, Vedhika Deshmukh, find myself smack dab in the middle of this unexpected plot twist of a wedding.

  I'm your partial host,

  welcoming y'all to the wedding.