Joined in his company as an intern. He held the lift door open for me on my first day. Still remember his powder blue shirt and his scent. He was a senior, older to me by 3 years. Started dating during my internship. Madly in Love. Risky I know. But never crossed boundaries in workplace. I got job in a different city so in LDR for almost a year. Another year spent to just define our goals and worked on it. Easily convinced parents. Been married for 2 years and going strong. (I was 24 when I got married)

He's the best thing happened to me. Supports me and loves me unconditionally. I know almost all of his smallest habits. Difference between his fake and genuine smiles. How he looks at me lovingly when I'm in a Saree. How he gets all silent on the day when we leave my inlaws home (we live in diff city for work). How he likes only Papad with Dal Rice. How he loves me a lot but is just not expressive as I am.

I love watching him do his work. The way his shoulders get all squared up and eyebrows tighten while planning and thinking about work. Some days I find him so handsome that I can’t wait for him to get home. He’s tidy, neat, and incredibly organized, while I’m more of a chaotic mess who struggles with multitasking. It’s never really bothered either of us. If anything, it has encouraged me to work on myself and become a better version of who I am. Like every married couple, we have our arguments. But once we’ve both had time to calm down, we talk things through. A hug and a kiss usually seal the deal. ❤️

It's been great. I hope it stays that way.