If someone had told me that a random trek would lead me to the love of my life, I would've laughed. It all started on a trek where he happened to tag along with one of my friends. We were just two strangers climbing the same mountain, completely unaware that life had quietly written a different plan for us. By the time the trek ended, everyone had headed home. Somehow, we didn't. It was just the two of us, talking as if we'd known each other forever. What was supposed to be a simple conversation turned into hours of stories, laughter, dreams, and the kind of honesty that's rare between strangers. From that day on, we kept finding our way back to each other. Our love story wasn't built over candlelight dinners or picture-perfect dates. Instead, it grew on the steps outside a Starbucks, in one of Bangalore's busiest streets. Somewhere between those endless conversations, shared dreams, and stolen evenings, "you" and "me" quietly became "us."