Some love stories start with a chance encounter at a coffee shop or a romantic glance across a crowded room. Ours… well, ours took its time. It all began when Mansi’s mom and Daivik’s cousin decided to play Cupid through a matrimonial service. They worked their magic, matched our bio-datas, and that’s when Mansi had her “wait a second” moment. She knew him. She had seen him. In fact, she followed him on Instagram. Mansi checked her profile, and there it was — one perfectly good DM, just sitting there. Why had Daivik messaged her? Well, because we had matched on Hinge… twice. Yes, Mansi ghosted him twice. Third time’s the charm, right? And if you think that’s where the story ends, think again. A few months before that, Mansi interviewed Daivik’s roommate for a job. In the middle of the conversation, he casually mentioned having a Gujarati roommate… Daivik. Subtle? Not exactly. He was just trying to be a good wingman. Mansi left the interview thinking, “Okay… weird flex, but alright.” And the coincidences didn’t stop there. A few years before that, Daivik was at Mansi’s sister’s wedding. And even before that, we went to the same college, had mutual friends, and somehow never crossed paths. It’s like the universe kept throwing us into the same movie but kept skipping the meet-cute. Eventually, fate — and our families — decided it was time to step in. We finally connected, started talking, and realized that maybe all these almost-meetings were the world’s longest drumroll leading up to something amazing. And here we are — after a few plot twists, some almosts, and just enough Bollywood magic to make it memorable — finally ready to start our forever.