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Her mother, Neelam, appeared behind her, clutching a dupatta over her head like a war flag. "Beta, the pandit says the muhurat will pass in twenty minutes. If the groom doesn't arrive by then, we'll have to postpone the pheras until after midnight." Neelam's voice cracked—not from sadness, but from the kind of exhaustion that lives in the bones of every North Indian mother who has spent 14 months planning a destination wedding.