Kabir was standing in front of the mirror, his reflection stared back at him..sharp jaw, face covered in a light layer of stubble. His colleague and friend, Rahul adjusted the pleats of his ivory dhoti, the soft silk was flowing effortlessly as he secured it at his waist. Over it, he was wearing a gold bordered silk kurta, its fabric smooth against his skin, exuding the regal elegance of a traditional Bengali groom. Draped over his left shoulder was an uttariya, a long embroidered cloth in deep red, signifying prosperity and commitment.
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