Lagan Tikka
The families meet, the traditions begin, and suddenly everyone has a lot more relatives.

Two hearts, one beautiful beginning
23–24 February 2027·Umaid Palace
Two days. One palace. Our favourite people. Somewhere in between, we get married. Come be part of it.
Charu radiates grace and joy wherever she goes. Her kindness and spirit make every moment brighter.
Their storyAlok brings warmth, laughter, and unwavering dedication to everything he does.
Their storyUntil we stop talking about it and actually do it.
Back to back, over two days. Pace yourself — this is a marathon in formalwear.
Tuesday, 23 February
The families meet, the traditions begin, and suddenly everyone has a lot more relatives.
A couple of rings, a lot of photographs, and one very official upgrade for life.
Somebody's uncle has been rehearsing since March. Do not stand in his way.
Wednesday, 24 February
Turmeric on us, turmeric on you, turmeric on several things that were never meant to be yellow.
The main event. Bring tissues — and a spare set for the person beside you.
Eat like you mean it. Dance like nobody's filming. Somebody is absolutely filming.
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Dancing
“Hang on — that's the actual venue?”
Yes. We got that a lot.Yes, an actual palace. No, we're not over it either.
Set beside a quiet lake and surrounded by gardens, Umaid Palace has an old-world character that feels almost removed from everything around it. Grand without feeling overwhelming, peaceful without feeling too formal — it felt like the right setting for everything we have planned.
Everyone is on-site, which quietly solves most problems: no cabs to book, no goodbyes at midnight, and nobody doing arithmetic about how to get back.
Wake up where you danced
The journey home is a staircase.
Everyone under one roof
Cousins, college friends, and that one uncle. All of them.
Breakfast by the lake
For the mornings you'd rather not discuss.


Good food. Loud music. Questionable dance moves. Very good company.
The dance floor closes when the last person gives up. Historically, that takes a while.
There are three acceptable answers: yes, obviously yes, and a decision you'll be quietly explaining at every family function for the next decade.
Somewhere, an alarmingly organised aunt is already printing name cards. Be on one.
Takes ninety seconds. The guilt, should you skip it, lasts considerably longer.
You'll need it for the singing, the shouting, and explaining to three separate relatives exactly how you know us.
See you on the dance floor — Charu & Alok