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We're getting married!
We are delighted to invite you to celebrate our wedding with us! We have chosen to say "I do!" on the beautiful island of Mallorca, in the company of the people that have been a part of our fiesta so far.
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We sincerely hope you will join us to commemorate the most sensational day in our lives and make it even more memorable with your special presence.
We will use this website to communicate important information about the weekend.
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Please kindly RSVP via this website too, in order to help us plan accordingly.
With love,
Anushka & Matty
"un gran amor..."
from the evening of 24th May 2024, until the early hours of 27th May 2024...
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How we met
1.6.18
The story begins on an unassuming Friday evening. I trotted into a mysterious, dimly lit bar (between you and me, it was vodka revolution) and quickly spotted a good-looking gentleman, waiting eagerly for a drink. Buttons undone, tie around the neck... 'stud' was the word that immediately sprung to mind.
With some liquid courage and a not-so-subtle push (quite literally) from my friend, I found myself ordering cocktails on his tab for the rest of the night. Perhaps somewhat owing to the ambiance, I remember feeling that I'd met the most charming man in the city.
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Five years later and I still feel the same way.
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- Anushka
The proposal
17.12.22
Me: I’m going to Dubai with the boys, babe.
Anushka: Can I come?
Me: Not really Nushy!
This led to multiple complaints to the future mother-in-law/sister-in-law. “He’s off galavanting with his friends without me, what a tw*t”. Little did she know, the purpose of the trip was to pick up the ring that Anushka had described one million times over!
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The Corinthia Hotel made perfect sense - it is Anushka’s favourite hotel in London. After a few meetings with the hotel manager during the week before, plans were finalised for Saturday 17th December! The challenge now was getting Anushka to the hotel without her suspecting a thing. The words ‘spa’ & ‘Corinthia’ were uttered, and her smile was beaming.
The only remaining task was to ensure our families and friends would also be present, on time (this is impossible if your surname is Sharma), and go undetected in the lobby.
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We're ushered to the suite where the scene is set. I'm relatively calm... how can she say no to me? Our favourite artist is playing as the manageress shows us in, and I get down on one knee with no real clue how this goes down. The world's most overpriced photographer hops out of the walk-in wardrobe, and proceeds to snap 1000 of the worst pictures ever taken. But we are both on cloud 9, especially me! How have I bagged the most beautiful, kind, caring, genius woman on the planet?
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- Matty
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”
-Maya Angelou
