*Aarohi was an independent, ambitious woman who believed in living life on her own terms. Sweet, kind, and playful, she carried a quiet confidence and had built a good life for herself with a reputed job.

She came from a loving upper-middle-class family—her father owned a successful business, her mother was a homemaker, and her older brother, six years her senior, lived with his wife Anjali and their little son, Ishaan. They were a close-knit family, and now that Aarohi was at the age for marriage, they began looking for someone who would complement her life rather than change it.

That was when the Malhotras entered the picture.

Slightly more affluent but equally well-settled, the Malhotra family consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Malhotra and their two sons, with Vihaan being the elder. He was handsome, hardworking, ambitious, kind, and respectful—the kind of man Aarohi's family could easily approve of.

The moment Aarohi saw his photograph, she was captivated. Vihaan felt the same when he saw hers. Both families agreed almost instantly, and neither Aarohi nor Vihaan had any reservations. They were both single, settled, and open to an arranged marriage.

And now, the first meeting had finally arrived.

The Malhotras were coming to Aarohi's home to meet her family and decide whether this arrangement could become a wedding.

Aarohi stood before the mirror in an elegant saree and traditional jewellery, looking graceful despite the nervousness she couldn't quite hide.

Meanwhile, Vihaan sat in the car beside his family, dressed in a kurta, nervous and excited in equal measure. In his hands was a bouquet he had bought especially for her.

A simple gesture. A little old-fashioned, but sincere.

Two strangers, brought together by two families, were about to meet for the first time—and neither knew that this could be the beginning of their favourite story.*