Meenakshi Amooru was ordinary in the world's eyes - a middle-class college girl whose life revolved around lectures, temple visits, and cricket matches watched from her tiny living room. She found magic in small things - jasmine flowers, second-hand novels, and the thrill of a last-ball six. When her parents announced they were traveling to Amritsar for a wedding and leaving early to help, she hesitated. A grand Punjabi wedding? It felt like another universe. But curiosity won. On the other side of the country, Abhishek was heading to his sister's wedding - used to stadium crowds, not wedding chaos. The venue buzzed with laughter, marigolds, and loud relatives. And then it happened. Rushing down a corridor draped in fairy lights, he collided with someone. Before she could fall, he caught her. Flower petals rained down. For a moment, the noise disappeared. Brown eyes met his. Jasmine brushed his wrist. Between wedding chaos and falling flowers... something quietly began.