Kicking off the winter wedding season for celebrities, actress Mira Sethi — who will soon make an appearance in drama serial, Yeh Dil Mera — got married to her fiance, Bilal on Thursday night in an intimate ceremony in Lahore.
The bride looked ethereal in a vintage wedding ensemble that was simple yet stylish. Mira beamed with happiness, dressed in a beautiful blush pink kameez and chatta-patti gharara, complemented by jewellery that seemed like prized heirloom pieces.
There are very few pictures circulating on the social media, but here’s compilation of the few that we found:
We were excited to see that she is one of those blithe spirits who enjoy their wedding day to the fullest. Despite being the center of attention, she was walking around and having fun!
And we were able to find one picture of the couple together, while brother dearest Ali Sethi, was singing Aaj Janay Ki Zid Na Karo for her sister. Isn’t it adorable?
And Mira didn’t even forget her pet pug, Bobo on her big day, after all pets are like family.
For those who are unaware, almost a year ago in November, she shared the news of her engagement with her longtime friend, Bilal. Now that the two have started a new journey together, we wish them a life filled with happiness and love.
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In the spring of 2017, a tall, funny, curly-haired dude walked into my life. I’d known this curly-haired dude all my life — in the way you know your parents’ friends’ kids — but we’d never sought each other out. (Weirdly enough, Bilal and I overlapped at Oxford in 2008—he was doing his PhD, I was spending my junior year abroad. But we never looked each other up, never bumped into each other in that tiny cobbled town.) Almost a decade later, we met in Lahore on a warm February evening. We vaguely agreed to meet for dinner sometime. A few days later we were at Spice Bazaar, and it was suddenly cold again. Bilal asked what I’d been upto: he nodded across the table and asked gentle, probing questions. Lots of questions. In between licking mutton kunna gravy from my fingers, I found myself answering his questions with an openness and ease I hadn’t encountered in myself in a long time. Later, we sat in the garden of my house and played with Max. My brother joined us. The three of us talked. Bilal dug his hand inside Max’s mouth and pulled out a sharp branch. Max was all over him. A few days later Bilal lost his mother to pneumonia (she’d had Parkinsons for a decade), and it was a wrenching, difficult time. Bilal and I would text. Talk about light stuff. He used the heart emoji unselfconsciously, as a friend might. The conversations veered from TV shows to politics to “plan for the day?” The few times we met before he left for DC, he talked openly about his regrets and hopes and dreams. Sitting across from him in Cosa Nostra, this time not very hungry because my body was clenched with affection and interest, I listened. He was warm and funny and brilliant. That night, I curled up next to him and we watched a show on Netflix. The next year was a whirlwind. We travelled together to Lisbon, Brussels, Amsterdam, New York, Islamabad, Reno, San Francisco. We went to a festival in the desert and slept under the stars. We danced to really bad music. We biked across the desert at night, our cycles glowing with fairylights. Bilal biked ahead so I could follow him. *continued in comments*