On the night of Sourp Sarkis Day, she baked the famous salty bread, ate it, and went to sleep—fully trusting tradition. If a man appears in your dream offering water, that’s your future husband. Easy. Except… I had no idea I had been cast. In her dream, I showed up like a dramatic hero, handing her a glass of water as if it were the most important mission of my life. She woke up and said, “That’s him.” A few days later, we met in real life. Coincidence? I thought so. Destiny? She was absolutely convinced. When she told me the story, I stared at her. “So let me get this straight… you ate salty bread and accidentally trapped me?” She smiled. “Yes.” “…So I got caught… by bread?” “By me.” And honestly— I didn’t even try to escape.