Call it love

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.