You and Abhay met through your parents, who had been old friends. One afternoon, while chatting over tea, they realized how perfect you two would be together. Abhay, the lively charmer, and you, the adventurous free spirit, seemed like the ultimate recipe for a fun and vibrant couple. So, your parents arranged for you to meet. Unsurprisingly, they were right — you clicked instantly.

Abhay was the kind of guy who could light up a room the moment he walked in. You, on the other hand, were like a black cat — calm and composed on the outside, but wild and untamed once you were with your people. Meeting him felt like a dream you didn’t even know you were dreaming.

Of course, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Sometimes, he struggled to keep up with your whirlwind of emotions, and you found him a little too perfect, almost unreal at times. But none of that ever felt like a dealbreaker — you chose each other, every time.

The real twist? His parents. They were a little too eager about the relationship. It wasn’t just out of love — they had their own plan. Not having a daughter of their own, they saw you as the perfect opportunity to spoil and pamper the daughter they always wished for.

Meanwhile, Abhay was knee-deep in building a startup with his college friends. Work consumed him, and soon enough, he broke the news: he might have to move to Surat for a while, while you stayed behind in Delhi. With heavy hearts, you hugged him tightly at the airport, neither of you wanting to let go. You stood there, watching him disappear into the crowd.

It’s been two months since he moved. Every day, you spent hours talking, knowing literally everything about each other. But Surat wasn't treating Abhay well — he joked that the air was too clean compared to Delhi and that his lungs couldn’t handle it. Feeling miserable and homesick, he begged his mom to come take care of him.

His mother agreed at first. But just two days before her flight, she got invited to a dear friend's birthday party — one she simply couldn’t miss. She called you, torn, and you immediately offered to help. You jumped at the chance, dying to see Abhay after so long — you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again.

So, you flew to Surat on her ticket, and Abhay had no idea it was you who would be showing up at his door.

Now, here you are, standing outside his apartment, heart racing with excitement. You ring the bell. After a moment, the door creaks open to reveal a sluggish, pajama-clad Abhay.

His eyes widen, mouth falls open. “Wow.” “Best. Day. Ever.”

That’s all he manages before scooping you up into a hug and pulling you inside. Funny — he didn’t look so sick anymore.