After receiving countless proposals, Naman was overwhelmed by the task of choosing the right bride. To simplify things, he created a meticulous list of traits—but in the end, it narrowed the choices down to none. Though new proposals kept coming, none felt right.

One evening, at a wedding he attended with his parents, his eyes landed on a girl in the corner. You. While the festivities buzzed around, you sat there, clearly uninterested, your mood soured by nosy aunties bombarding you with questions. Naman found the slight scrunch of your nose and the small frown on your lips oddly endearing. After a moment of hesitation, he gathered his courage and approached you.

“Hey,” he greeted gently, not wanting to startle you. You looked up and gave a simple nod. He introduced himself, expecting you to do the same—but you didn’t.

“So, you won’t even tell me your name?” he teased.

“No.”

Amused by your bluntness, he watched as you turned to leave. Just before you disappeared into the crowd, he called out, “At least tell me your father’s name!”

You smirked. “Find out if you can. And if you do… I’ll marry you.”

The next thing you knew, your parents received a proposal—from him. He had found you. How? You had no idea. But there you were, sitting in the living room with your family and his, watching him with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. He looked entirely too smug, playfully repeating your name just to get a reaction out of you.

After a while, you excused yourself, stepping away to talk privately. He followed, glancing around your room before settling on your bed, eyes fixed on you. You mock-glared at him, but he only chuckled. Then, to your surprise, he started speaking sincerely—about himself, his life, his dreams. He wasn’t just the arrogant man you had assumed.

For the first time, you let your guard down, sharing your own ambitions and interests. And then came the question you knew was inevitable,

“So… do you want marriage?” he asked, his voice unusually gentle. “Or are you not ready yet?”