Every love has its own language. Theirs was spoken in silence before it was ever spoken in words. Sonam and Nishant began the evening with gentle smiles and bashful glances, as though they were still getting acquainted with this beautiful new chapter. Frame by frame, the pauses grew shorter, conversations lingered a little longer, and their fingers found each other without hesitation. By sunset, they weren't standing beside one another, they were walking as one. And somewhere between those quiet moments, I witnessed two hearts slowly choosing comfort, companionship, and a lifetime together.