It was the first thing that made sense to me. A girl that beautiful? Surely someone had already got there.

My colleagues had seen you often over the phone, and somehow that only created more doubts in my head.

I went to office to meet you. You came down to the parking in that pink top, and honestly, you looked wonderful.

You used to complain that I never made eye contact. I was avoiding it because I didn't want you to notice how quickly I was falling for you.

And somehow, you thought I was looking somewhere lower. 😂

I started pinging you. Random reels became my highly sophisticated communication strategy.

You knew I was interested. But you were in a bad relationship and were already trying to get yourself out of it. Somehow, I got an entry.

I would make a plan every week. You would cancel it.

And the excuse that became legendary?

After all the senti reels and chats, I finally asked for your number — using the same “digit” joke that had already become part of our little language.

Then we started chatting over phone rather than Teams. Somehow, that felt like a small but very real shift.

And that's how Social became not Social… and we ended up somewhere else in Hauz Khas Village.

By then, your so-called friends had already given you all about my history. But the good thing was, you still thought of giving me a chance and met me.

I just loved that nature of her — that even after hearing enough to walk away, you still came. You met me. You gave me a chance.