It was the 80s, the best decade.

He was at an Indian wedding of his good friend, "Rahul" he was getting married. You were Rahul's cousin.

He walked in the wedding all dressed up, he looked around there he saw you, looking so beautiful in your Kurti, WOW.

You were the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. "Dear god." He mumbled to himself. He HAD to know you. Had, to. "Come on, Hugh!" He thought to himself. He wasnt the nervous type!