Their story didn’t begin with a chance encounter or a sweeping romance—it began with a plot.

One fateful evening, amidst the vibrant hum of a Mehendi ceremony, his mother’s sharp eye caught sight of her. She didn’t know her name, her story, or her world, but there was something about the way the stranger carried herself that made his mom lean closer to her friend and whisper, “Ah Kuri Single ah?” It wasn’t just a question—it was the spark that would ignite an elaborate scheme.

What followed was nothing short of a covert operation. The friend, now a willing accomplice, carried the inquiry forward, passing it through a chain of matchmakers-in-the-making.

They painted a picture of him—a stranger to her, yet someone they convinced her was worth a chance. Under their gentle yet relentless persuasion, she took a leap of faith and sent a message. Just one word: “Hey.”

On an ordinary night, as he absentmindedly scrolled through his feed, the notification blinked to life—a message from someone unknown. He opened it, curiosity ignited, and from that single word, a connection began to form.

What started as a simple greeting grew into something profound. Late-night conversations turned into stolen moments, first dates, and shared laughter that felt like it had existed between them for lifetimes. As the pieces fell into place, the truth emerged: their story wasn’t just serendipity—it was an intricate conspiracy orchestrated by a mother who saw the future before they could.

Sometimes, love doesn’t arrive as a whisper in the wind; sometimes, it’s the result of a masterfully executed scheme. And in their case, it was the perfect plan.