It wasn’t love at first sight, more like a string of unexpected encounters. Our first meeting was at a housewarming party—he wasn’t invited, but clearly thought, 'Who needs an invite?' I was invited at the last minute, and we barely spoke. A few months later, we ran into each other at a Holi party. I almost skipped it (socializing isn’t always my thing), but decided to go anyway. Guess who wasn’t invited again? Yep, him. But that didn’t stop him. We started with some awkward small talk, and before we knew it, we were talking for hours. How it went from there? Well, here we are, getting married!