My husband and I had our first

In the quiet hum of my office hour, my father emerged, extending an invitation to meet Anshul, a prospective match. Surprised but determined, I hurried to the salon, adorning myself in a traditional robe for the occasion.

Underneath a serene sky, my mom and I ventured to Haldiram's at Sarojini Nagar, amidst the lively ambiance of DLF Square Mall. Bollywood tunes filled the air as we indulged in a fusion of flavors, creating memories that danced with various cuisines.

As Anshul ascended the staircase, his reflection caught my eye in the mirror. Accompanied by a coworker, his mother softly revealed his profession as a caring veterinarian.

Seated, Anshul greeted us with an abrupt yet admiring tone, his folded arms and intriguing gaze leaving me intrigued. Amidst Papri chaat purchased by my father, conversation flowed. Anshul's emotions, like burnished copper, shone as he expressed his desire to care for his elderly parents—a sentiment I echoed.

Over the next hour, our dialogue unfolded, revealing Anshul's charming persona, a coffee enthusiast with alluring cheekbones and lustrous hair. Described as an introvert by friends, he once rescued a frightened puppy, showcasing his compassionate nature.

With mutual approval, our journey began, marked by playful teasing about my untouched papri. Even when his eyes weren't on me, I sensed his silent observations, weaving a connection beyond words.