Aisha Roy Plus-One Problems Tara Sen hated weddings. Not because she was bitter about love, not even because she couldn’t tolerate rasgullas anymore—she just couldn’t stand the interrogation squad that arrived with the haldi. Her mother’s sisters. Her father’s cousins. The “So-when-are-you-next-beta?” brigade. This time, it was her cousin Sia’s wedding in Jaipur. Three days. One palace hotel. Four aunties with sharp questions and sharper judgment. Tara had already survived two of these family extravaganzas this year, but her luck was running out. She had overheard her mother whispering to Mausi on speakerphone just last week, “This time I think…