Shazia was pretty in a sea green salwar kameez with complicated gold works. The beautiful black mane that adorned her head was tied into a bun bringing out her facial features. With no makeup or jewelleries adorning her, she was an epitome of beauty. She had always been but her attitude towards everyone had blinded us to see her outer beauty. Some young ladies walked in with small candles placed in trays. The henna trays decorated with gold tinsels were laid out on the floor in front of the decorated stage where Shazia would be seated.
The ballroom which I had never been to was a grand expanse. It was fussily decorated with flock of purple and white fabric draped over the high ceiling and walls. Row of flowers, white carnations, pink roses, green and purple adorned the ballroom. The room
