They met with names spoken by others, as strangers under the soft pressure of destiny two hearts on paper, two souls not yet aware they had already begun writing the same story. There were no sparks at first, no grand gestures, just two cups of chai and a conversation that lingered longer than it should’ve. But something… shifted. Her silence matched his calm. His laughter echoed in her stillness. And where awkward pauses once lived, comfort slowly moved in. They didn’t fall in love overnigh