Fatima & Rohan

Fatima and Rohan asked for a wedding that belonged to both of them entirely — a nikah and a Hindu ceremony, neither watered down. We gave it a weekend and a Delhi farmhouse.

Friday's nikah sat under a canopy of jasmine; Sunday's mandap and pheras under a sky of marigold. The mehndi and sangeet in between ran past two in the morning. A November thunderstorm rerouted the baraat indoors with ninety seconds' notice; almost nobody noticed, which is the whole job.

Two hundred and eighty guests, two ceremonies, a dinner where the toasts came in three languages. By the last function the families had stopped keeping score.