The Dil Mil notification pinged, “It’s a match!” Our initial exchanges were witty, a back-and-forth peppered with emojis, shared cultural references, and everything in between. Messages turned into late-night phone calls and facetimes. And, okay, I had to admit, those biceps were…impressive. It started playfully, a lighthearted debate about strength and physics. "No way," I scoffed, "You can't carry me with one arm, no matter how many weights you lift, Sunny." "Bet I can," he'd countered, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Okay, fine," I said, caught up in the thrill of the challenge. "If you can carry me with one arm, I’ll bake you the best brownies you’ve ever tasted!" Our first date was a flurry of nerves and uncontainable laughter. Sunny was even more charming in person, radiating warmth and genuine curiosity. “So,” I began, my voice a little too high pitched. “About that bet…” Sunny grinned. "Ready to pay up, brownie baker?" He stood, extending his hand and within a blink of an eye, I was lifted into the air effortlessly, my feet dangling a good foot off the ground. I burst out laughing, clinging to him for dear life. "Okay! Okay! You win Sunny!" What Sunny didn’t know, as he gently lowered me to the ground, was that I came prepared. I pulled out a container of freshly baked brownies from my bag. He took a bite of the brownies, his eyes widening. The world seemed to fade away for a few seconds as he savored the rich, decadent chocolate. "Wow," he finally said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "That's… incredible." One bite, a shared laugh, and a connection that felt both brand new and strangely familiar. That was the beginning- a foreshadowing of the kaleidoscope of experiences and adventure we never knew we were seeking…all rolled into one incredibly charming, brownie-loving man with ridiculously impressive biceps. And it all started with a swipe right and very tempting bet.