The grand wedding hall in the heart of Delhi shimmered under a canopy of marigolds and fairy lights, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood, jasmine, and the crackling fire of the sacred havan. The rhythmic chants of the pandit mingled with the soft clink of gold bangles and the murmur of elite guests—politicians, power brokers, and family—all gathered to witness the union that would bury last night’s scandal beneath layers of tradition and forced propriety.