Some love stories are written in the quiet moments—in stolen glances during college lectures, in shared playlists exchanged over late-night study sessions, in the comfortable silence of two souls who simply understood each other. Sagar and Mansi's journey began in a university library, where a chance encounter over the last available copy of a beloved novel sparked conversations that would last a lifetime.
When it came to their wedding, the couple dreamed of something intimate yet magical—far removed from the hustle of city life. They chose a sprawling farmhouse nestled among open fields, where the December air carried whispers of romance. For three enchanting days, the countryside transformed into a fairy tale. Thousands of fairy lights were woven through ancient trees, casting a warm golden glow across the celebrations. Rustic wooden arches adorned with wildflowers and eucalyptus framed every corner, while crackling bonfires became gathering spots for laughter and storytelling.
As evening descended on the wedding day, Mansi emerged in a breathtaking burgundy lehenga, her jewelry catching the firelight like scattered stars. Sagar, dressed in an ivory achkan with subtle gold embroidery, felt his breath catch. Their pheras took place beneath an open sky, the mandap decorated with marigolds, roses, and hanging brass lanterns. Guests wrapped in shawls watched as the couple circled the sacred fire, their vows mingling with the crackle of flames and the distant melody of folk musicians. Later, as everyone gathered around towering bonfires, roasting marshmallows and sharing memories, it was clear this celebration was as warm and genuine as the love it honoured.