The grandeur of the marriage hall was awe-inspiring, adorned in black and golden hues that seemed to dance in the light. Danish, resplendent in his black and golden three-piece suit, flashed a charming smile as he handed Rahil a bouquet of flowers 💐. "The decorations are exquisite, don't you think?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Rahil's gaze swept the hall, his expression a mask of calm. "Let's go inside," he said, his deep voice low and smooth.
As they entered the hall, Robin's eyes lit up with delight. "Rahil, you're matching the decorations perfectly!" he exclaimed, chuckling.
Danish grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I think the organizer of this wedding has excellent taste, don't you, Rahil?"
Rahil's expression turned wry. "Let's just say I'm impressed."
Robin's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "You know, the organizer of this wedding is a girl. And she's stunning, if I might add."
Danish's gaze locked onto Rahil's, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I think we've found someone who shares your impeccable taste, Rahil."
Rahil's face turned stoic, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Shut up, Danish."
Danish chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "Come on, Rahil, smile for once."
Rahil's expression softened, and he handed Robin the bouquet of flowers 💐. "Congratulations, my friend."
Robin's face lit up with gratitude. "Thanks, guys. Enjoy the wedding, I'll catch up with you later."
As Robin walked away, Danish turned to Rahil, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I think we're in for an interesting night, my friend." 🍻🎉
As Rahil and Danish made their way to congratulate the bride, Abeera, Rahil suddenly stumbled, colliding with someone behind him. He turned to apologize, and his eyes locked onto Rania's 😍. For a moment, time stood still, and Rahil's gaze refused to budge from hers.
Danish whispered in Rahil's ear, "Isn't that the same girl?" Rania's cheeks flushed as she apologized, "Sorry, I bumped into you again."
Rahil's voice was low and smooth, "What are you doing here?" Rania's smile faltered for a moment before she replied, "I'm the wedding organizer."
Danish's eyes sparkled with curiosity, "So, you're the one?" Rania's brow furrowed, "Who?" Danish grinned mischievously, "Did you come up with the golden and black color scheme 💡?"
Rania nodded, "Yes, why? Is there a problem?" Danish chuckled, "No problem at all. It's just...interesting."
As they conversed, Rahil's gaze remained fixed on Rania, his expression unreadable. Rania excused herself, leaving Danish to whisper to Rahil, "Is this just a coincidence?"
Rahil shrugged, "Of course, it's just a coincidence." But Danish noticed the way Rahil's eyes lingered on Rania, and he raised an eyebrow. "You were staring at her the whole time," he teased.
Rahil's expression turned neutral, "I wasn't." Just then, a loud shout echoed from Robin's room.