From the very next day, the Hadid Villa was swept into a whirlwind of preparations. Wedding bells were not just ringing-they were thundering. Arrangements needed to be made, and they were endless: catering menus to finalize, decoration themes to decide, dress fittings, jewelry deliveries, venue coordination, altar setups, guest lists, and managing the countless workers moving in and out like clockwork.

And right at the center of it all stood Fahmid, shouldering most of the weight without a single complaint. Yes, others were there to help, but it was Fahmid's name everyone called out whenever a decision had to be made or a problem cropped up. The responsibility had practically tattooed itself on his skin.