IN SYNC OF TIME 2:IN SYNC OF TIME

EPISODE 2

The Groom's side

The green room buzzed with laughter and mischief as the groom’s friends surrounded him, each determined to make the most of these last few moments before he stepped into a new chapter of his life. Dressed in his elegant sherwani, he stood in front of the mirror, attempting to adjust his stole—only for one of his friends to yank it playfully

RICHARD STEPHENSON[ML Bff]

Last chance, man! The getaway car is ready outside.

ARNAV MALHOTRA [ML BFF]

Just shut you Italian pasta

RICHARD STEPHENSON[ML Bff]

😑😑

Draped in an immaculate white sherwani, the groom stood at the center of the lively green room, a picture of regal elegance. The intricate gold embroidery on his attire shimmered subtly under the warm lights, each delicate thread weaving a tale of tradition and grandeur. A deep maroon stole, rich with ornate patterns, rested over his shoulder, its weight grounding him in the moment. His turban, adorned with an exquisite kalgi, sat perfectly atop his head, marking him as the man of the hour—the one everyone’s eyes would soon be upon

Yet, amidst the laughter and teasing that echoed around him, a quiet shadow lingered in his eyes, unnoticed by his friends. They saw the poised, charming groom, dressed like royalty, ready to embark on the most beautiful journey of his life. But they didn’t see the fleeting sadness hidden beneath his practiced smiles, the way his fingers lingered on the folds of his stole as if holding onto something invisible, something unsaid.

RICHARD STEPHENSON[ML Cousin]

Yash Bro

RICHARD STEPHENSON[ML Cousin]

you look like you just walked out of a royal portrait

YASH HIMAVAT [ML]

"looking himself"

ARNAV MALHOTRA [ML BFF]

Man, are you marrying or preparing for a coronation?

Laughter rippled through the room, their words filled with playful mischief.

He chuckled, shaking his head, playing along as always. No one questioned the way his smile faltered for just a second when he looked into the mirror. No one noticed the way his eyes searched for something beyond the reflection, something he couldn’t quite name. Was it longing? Was it a whisper of a past moment slipping through the cracks of time?

He took a deep breath, straightening his sherwani. Whatever it was, whatever had settled in the corners of his heart, tonight was not the time for it. Tonight, he would step out of this room, toward the woman waiting for him at the mandap

RICHARD STEPHENSON[ML Bff]

The time has arrived......The tasty feast is waiting

ARNAV MALHOTRA [ML BFF]

there is no pastas in the menu

RICHARD STEPHENSON[ML Bff]

😒

UNKNOWN

Sir it's time for you to arrive on the mandap

The groom exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the weight of whatever had been lingering in his heart. His friends straightened up, their mischief momentarily replaced by excitement. One of them adjusted his stole with exaggerated seriousness, while another gave him a playful nudge

The doors opened, and the golden glow of the wedding venue spilled into the green room. The rhythmic beats of the dhol resonated through the air, mingling with the distant hum of wedding rituals in progress. The scent of fresh flowers and incense wrapped around him, a heady reminder that this was real.