We locked eyes at V Bar in Santana Row. It wasn’t even that dramatic. It just kind of… happened. Karan was standing there looking very swole in a tight polo like he definitely checked himself in the mirror before leaving. Poonam was in her Doc Martens, feeling slightly overdressed and slightly underbothered at the same time. Karan ordered a Gimlet with vodka. Of course vodka. Poonam ordered hers with gin because she has taste and also commitment to botanicals. The drinks came in those little coupe glasses and they did that awkward half-cheers where you’re not sure yet if this person is going to matter. And then somehow they kept talking. About nothing important. About everything important. But also, let’s be honest. Poonam already knew his sister Isha from Davis days. So was this really fate or was this a Desi setup hiding in plain sight? Isha was absolutely their Vicholan whether she admits it or not. There’s a very real chance she was somewhere smiling like she orchestrated the whole thing. Or maybe they met on Hinge first. Maybe there was a like. Maybe there was a prompt answer that did just enough. The details are blurry at this point and honestly it doesn’t matter. What matters is that something clicked. It felt easy. Too easy. The kind of easy that makes you suspicious for a second. So yes, maybe it was V Bar lighting. Maybe it was Isha. Maybe it was an algorithm. But destiny is stubborn like that. It finds its way in whether you’re ready or not. They locked eyes. They drank their Gimlets. And they’ve been inseparable ever since.