Like many couples, we hit a phase where every conversation turned into an argument. Over chores. Over families. Over whose turn it was to buy milk. It lasted three painful months. We considered counseling. Instead, we created a “10-minute rule”—every evening, ten minutes of uninterrupted, honest talking. No phones. No interruptions. Just us.
It saved us.
Our courtship was not a montage of roses and candlelit dinners. It was a series of real, raw moments—walking home through Delhi’s winter fog, sharing earphones on the metro, arguing over the last slice of pizza. Neha taught me that romance is not about grand gestures but about consistent presence. Like many couples, we hit a phase where
One night, she said something I’ve never forgotten: “Every relationship has its own storyline. But the best ones are those where both characters grow, not just coexist.” Over whose turn it was to buy milk
That became our unwritten rule. We didn’t just fall in love; we evolved into it. It was a series of real
Marrying Neha did not feel like an ending. It felt like the first page of a much thicker book. The wedding was small—families, flowers, a priest who spoke too fast. But when she circled the sacred fire, I saw the rest of my life in her eyes.
Then came the challenges. Because no romantic storyline worth its salt is without conflict.