
A Delhi wedding resonating “Home”.
Mansi and Sahil were more than just “fun” in a superficial way; their fun was an infectious energy that seemed to emanate from their very core. It wasn’t about forced laughter or manufactured cheer; it was a genuine, completely unfiltered joy which we observed when we did their pre wedding shoot in Delhi.
Their hearts were on their sleeves, their emotions were pure and easily read. If they were happy, you could see it – their smiles were wide and genuine, reflecting an inner contentment that drew people in. This openness created a total sense of ease during their candid wedding photography; there were no hidden agendas or complex layers to navigate, just honest, open people.
The energy buzzing around them was less chaotic, more invigorating. It was a zest for life, an eagerness to experience things, and a readiness for laughter. It was the kind of energy that could transform any mundane moment into something memorable, making even the simplest gathering feel like a celebration.

The Sangeet
The moment Mansi walked in on her sangeet, it was like the music paused to take her in. She wore a gown that shimmered like moonlight. Sahil wasn’t far behind, in a perfectly tailored tux that made him look like he’d walked out of a Bond film; if Bond ever fell madly in love and learned how to groove with abandon.
From the first beat of the dhol, they were unstoppable. The way they looked at each other, one would think they were in their own world. They moved in sync, laughed in sync, even sang in sync. Silly lines, dramatic ballads, love-drunk lyrics, you name it. Every word was an echo of the affection they wear so easily.

The Haldi
Mansi and Sahil’s Haldi ceremony was a vivid picture of unbridled joy and pure, unadulterated chaos. This wasn’t a subdued affair; it was an explosion of colour, sound, and movement.
Imagine the scene: the air full of the scent of turmeric, mixed with the enthusiastic shouts and laughter of a crowd fully immersed in the moment. Splashes of water and turmeric literally flying everywhere was not an exaggeration; it was a playful, almost reckless abandon. This wasn’t about carefully applying paste; it was about drenching each other in the vibrant yellow, a communal blessing delivered with enthusiasm. It was candid photography at its best.
The phrase “no one could sit still” speaks volumes about energy. This wasn’t a passive observation; everyone was an active participant. The immediate consequence, “no person stayed dry for longer than ten minutes,” perfectly encapsulates the delightful mayhem.

The wedding
Some weddings feel like the crescendo of a symphony; full of colour, emotion, and the kind of silence that only comes because your heart is brimmed with words. Mansi and Sahil’s North Indian wedding was exactly that. A celebration that did more than just mark a union, it honoured it like a festival.
Mansi looked nothing short of divine in her royal red lehenga—rich, regal, and radiant, like tradition wrapped in grace. The embroidery caught the light with every step she took, but it was her smile—soft, certain, and brimming with emotion—that truly stole the show. She wasn’t just walking down the aisle—she was walking into a new chapter with strength and serenity.
Sahil chose elegance in its purest form. Clad in a crisp, pristine white, he looked every bit the calm to her fire. The contrast between them was poetic. Her in red, bold and rooted; him in white, graceful and grounded. Together, they looked like sunrise meeting snow; warm, bright, impossible to look away from.
The wedding ceremony itself was grand, not in a showy kind of way, but in the way love deserves to be honoured. Every ritual, every tear, every laugh was held with care. Their families surrounded them like a warm embrace—joyful, emotional, fully present.