A crowded train, two empty seats.

We met on the 7:40 to Chennai. She was reading; he asked about the book. Three hours later, neither remembered the plot.

From friends to something more.

A monsoon, a shared umbrella, and the words that changed everything — said quietly, on a rooftop in the rain.

The question, by the sea.

On the shores where it all felt right, Arjun asked Meera the only question that mattered. She said yes before he finished.

And now, we begin forever.