The moment the group spilled into the showroom, it was as though the air itself had been charged with anticipation. The girls floated instinctively toward the racks of lehengas, anarkalis, and elaborate wedding ensembles, their eyes wide with the kind of reverence usually reserved for temples. Silk and chiffon cascaded from hangers like liquid jewels, sequins twinkling under the warm lights. The faint fragrance of fresh fabric, perfumes, and something distinctly celebratory made the space intoxicating.

The boys, predictably, veered toward the sherwanis, kurtas, and impeccably tailored formal wear, their expressions a mix of curiosity, mild confusion, and, in some cases, barely restrained excitement. The mall’s usual hum was replaced by a symphony of laughter, playful shrieks, and the soft rustle of fabric as everyone dispersed into their own worlds of sartorial indulgence.