We’re getting married!

We met on a train winding through India. I was at the bar car, sipping something cold and pretending to read, when I noticed him—leaning against the counter, impossibly handsome, with the kind of presence that felt out of place and perfectly timed. There was a flicker of connection, then a flash of something else: two men in suits scanning the car like they were looking for someone. He leaned in and said, “Just go with it.” I did. One drink turned into an improvised escape, a few whispered truths, and a goodbye that came too soon. I figured that was it—a perfect, impossible moment. But then, a few days later, we both walked into the same hotel lobby in Delhi. Same night, same city, same instant recognition. We stared at each other like the plot twist had just written itself. That’s when we knew: the story wasn’t over. It was just getting started.