Every love story has a dramatic beginning. Ours? It started with a flu shot. October 15, 2021. She was under the weather — literally. Just got her flu vaccine and wasn’t feeling her best. Meanwhile, I was at my cousin’s house… cat-sitting. Yes. Hero entry level: babysitting a cat. Who knew that on such a normal, slightly miserable day… destiny was quietly doing its thing? We started talking — slowly, casually, no big dramatic violins in the background. Just simple conversations. But sometimes, the soft beginnings turn into the loudest love stories. We survived the COVID years — masked faces, uncertainty, distance, and all. We met when we could… thoda secretly, thoda nervously. Sneaking moments, planning around restrictions, counting days till the next time we’d see each other. Every meeting felt like a mini festival. Eventually, we did the bravest thing any desi couple does — We told our parents. And instead of a plot twist… we got blessings. Long Distance, But Full Dil Se Summer 2022. She packed her bags and moved to Texas to start med school — future doctor vibes unlocked. I was in Monterey, finishing up my own school journey. Different states. Different time zones. Same dua: “One day, no more distance.” Long-distance isn’t easy. There were late-night calls, countdown apps, airport hugs that lasted just a little too long, and goodbyes that felt heavier than they should. But somehow, every “miss you” only made the “see you soon” sweeter. And somewhere between exams, rotations, deadlines, and life… we built something steady. Something real. Our Official Love Language: Food Some couples bond over movies. Some over travel. We bonded over Chuy’s in Fort Worth. Every time we met up, it became a tradition. Chuy’s wasn’t just a restaurant — it was our reunion spot. Our celebration spot. Our “we made it through another month” spot. But if there’s one sacred ritual in our relationship… It’s biryani. We made it our mission — wherever we are, whenever we can — we eat biryani together. Not just because it’s delicious (although obviously), but because somehow it became our thing: in that one dish, we found comfort, home, and each other. No matter the distance. No matter the chaos. Biryani = together. The Big Moment Last April, we got engaged. From flu-shot beginnings to forever promises. From secret meetups to ring ceremonies. From long distance to “almost no distance.” She’s about to graduate med school — Doctor Sahiba status loading… And our dream of finally being close to each other? It’s just around the corner. No more countdown apps. No more airport goodbyes. Just everyday life — together. The April We’ve Been Waiting For This April, we’re getting married. And honestly, it feels like the most beautiful plot twist. Because what started as a random October day turned into the greatest blessing of our lives. She was under the weather. I was cat-sitting. But somewhere in between… Rab ne bana di jodi. And now, as we step into this new chapter, we know one thing for sure: No matter where life takes us — Texas, Monterey, Fort Worth, Bay Area, Phoenix, or anywhere else — As long as we have each other… and biryani… We’ll be just fine. To forever. To love. To Chuy’s. To biryani. Aur sabse zyada — to us.