It was an exhausting reception for Rakia and Dashtan. They were now in the suite that was their bridal suite. Rakia was taking off the heels she had been wearing for hours and lightly massaging her throbbing calves. Dashtan took off his tie and outerwear in the living room of the suite. He also undid the cufflinks and one button of his shirt at the top. Not forgetting the buttons at his wrists, he then rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. It was five o’clock in the afternoon. Dashtan and Rakia had agreed to limit their reception hours so as not to get too tired, but they were already...