Two worlds, one journey
Our journey wasn't written in just one place — it was carved across mountains, city lights, and sacred shores.
It began on a freezing, moonlit birthday night in Shimla — the kind of night that felt like it belonged in a film, not in real life. Somewhere between the cold and the stars and the absurdity of that moment, something settled between us, quiet and certain.
Then came Delhi, dressed in lights, where we said yes to each other properly — ring on finger, families around us, hearts loud enough to drown out the room. The mountains had already made us a secret; the city made us a story everyone could see.
And finally, Haridwar. Dev Nagri. The Ganga at our feet, fire in our hands, seven steps around a flame that has been witness to promises for thousands of years. We added ours to them.
This page holds the places, the dates, and the moments that made two worlds one.
