Finally, the gun boomed. There was no denying violence, not here, not in western Uttar Pradesh, not at this wedding. That’s why the guns were there; that’s why the guns were fired. Aqeel and Jamila had dreaded this moment, had prayed for the evening to pass without bloodshed. Yet there was a man lying with a bullet wound, their brothers were fighting, and threats of mass murder were flying thick and fast. All they had wanted was a wedding without violence. The fears of the past visite