A Royal Wedding in the City of Dreams.
Paridhi and Giriraj’s wedding wasn’t just a wedding; it was a resurgence of royalty, a living, breathing tribute to Indian grandeur that unfolded in front of us photographers in Mumbai.
Their sangeet was a breathtaking celebration of opulence and timeless grace. The entire evening sparkled with grandeur. From the dazzling lights and meticulously curated decor to the heartfelt performances and joyful laughter echoing through the venue. While doing the candid wedding photography, we were immersed in the magic of the moment, capturing each fleeting glance, spontaneous dance move, and burst of unfiltered emotion.
The Sangeet
Paridhi and Giriraj’s sangeet was nothing short of a spectacular affair; a true display of lavishness and celebration. Tuxedos gleamed under the ambient lights, grand dresses swept across the dance floor, and every corner of the venue shimmered with carefully curated elegance. From the glitz of the decor to the glamour of the guests, this night stood out as an unforgettable prelude to the wedding, radiating a sense of timeless sophistication that was uniquely theirs.
From the moment the first guests stepped into the wedding venue, it felt like time had folded in on itself. The air was heavy with anticipation and the scent of mogra, while traditional shehnai music wove through the corridors like a blessing. And then you saw them. Paridhi, regal in every step, her orange lehenga whispering secrets of old palaces, and Giriraj, poised, with the aura of a modern-day king. It was like royalty of the olden times had risen again, not just to celebrate love, but to remind the world what real Indian opulence looks like.
The Mehendi
The ceremonies were layered with meaning, each one more intimate and extravagant than the last. The sangeet was truly electric. Mirrored stages, live dhols, family performances that melted into professional acts, and Paridhi and Giriraj dancing like they were the only two people in the room. The mehendi was like stepping into a Rajasthani courtyard—folksy, bright, overflowing with colour and laughter.
The wedding
And the wedding day. Held at a heritage venue kissed by history, lit by hundreds of candles and antique chandeliers, the setting felt less like decor and more like a painting in motion. The mandap stood tall beneath an open sky, wrapped in fresh florals and silk drapes. Vedic chants echoed into the night as Paridhi walked in, her eyes steady, her hands shaking just the slightest bit. Giriraj didn’t take his eyes off her—not once.
It was magic, but not the fairy-tale kind. What we as wedding photographers saw was something so serene. Theirs was the kind of magic rooted in tradition, in family legacies, in shared glances that say more than words ever could. And as the final vows were taken, under a sky heavy with stars and emotion, it wasn’t just a marriage we witnessed. It was history—modern yet timeless—written in sindoor and silk.
Paridhi and Giriraj didn’t just throw a wedding. They revived an era.
