Some love stories begin with a name. Ours began with a glance. I met him once-just once-on the temple steps at Palani. I don't know his name. I don't know his city. But I can't forget the way his eyes stayed on me when prettier girls were all around. My friends call it foolish. They say you meet someone once and that's the end of it. But my heart refuses to believe it. What if we meet again? What if fate still has one more page left for us? And if I do find him-will he still remember me? Or was I just another face in his passing crowd? This is not a perfect love story. This is a journey through hope, heartbreak, and the aching question- Can a stranger become your forever?