It all started in the vibrant, sun-kissed shores of Goa. The first time we met was at a party — loud music, colorful lights, and an endless sea of strangers. We hardly connected, just a few glances exchanged amidst the crowd, but somehow, we made a common friend that night. It felt like an ordinary encounter, one of many in a place where memories are often blurred, but little did we know that it was only the beginning.

Our paths crossed again at another party, this time with a bit more conversation, a few more smiles, but still no real connection. There were no exchanged numbers, no promises, just fleeting moments. Yet, something kept drawing us back into the same spaces, the same circles, until we started hanging out more often, as if the universe was nudging us to spend time together, even though neither of us was looking for anything more than good company and a good time.

Then, one evening, our friends had other plans, leaving us free to decide what to do. It was then that we decided, almost instinctively, to take a spontaneous trip to the beach. It was late, the waves were gentle, and the air smelled like salt and possibility. We sat there, under the canopy of stars, and talked. We talked about everything — life, dreams, pasts, future plans — with an honesty and ease that felt both strange and natural. We couldn’t stop talking, and somewhere between the sound of the ocean and the laughter that came so effortlessly, something clicked. It felt like we were two pieces of a puzzle, finally fitting together after being scattered in different places for so long.

For the next three days, we stayed together, not knowing exactly what it was but feeling like we were home. It wasn’t love at first sight, nor was it a grand declaration. It was just… comfortable. The kind of connection that felt both exciting and peaceful, as if we had known each other for much longer than we really had. There were no expectations, no pressure — just two people enjoying each other’s company and realizing that something beautiful was growing between them.

And after four or five days, when the magic of it all began to settle into something deeper, we both knew. We didn’t need to say it aloud; we just knew that whatever it was, we wanted it to last. So we decided, quietly and without fanfare, that we would stay forever.

From that moment on, we were inseparable. We traveled together, exploring places and creating memories — not because we had to, but because we wanted to. Life became a series of shared adventures, and each new place we visited felt like a new chapter in the story that we were writing together.

Three years passed in what felt like the blink of an eye. And then, on the same sun-soaked shores of Goa, where we had first met, we stood hand in hand, ready to take the next step. Surrounded by friends and family, with the ocean as our backdrop, we married — not because we had to, but because we had built something so real, so irreplaceable, that it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

When we met, we were both coming from very different places in life, neither of us looking for anything serious. We simply wanted to enjoy life and see where it took us. And they say, when you’re not looking for someone, that’s when you find the one you’re meant to be with.

And so, here we are — not by accident, but by a series of beautiful, serendipitous moments that led us here. Together, forever.