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Some love stories are written in the stars, but ours was crafted in the little moments—the laughter, the inside jokes, the late-night conversations, and the quiet understanding in each other's eyes. This space is a celebration of those moments, a digital time capsule of our journey together. ❤️

Our Story: A Timeless Symphony

Ananya Dhiman—a name as graceful as the rhythm of our journey.

Some people love with soft words and quiet gestures.
She loves like a storm—loud, relentless, impossible to ignore.

She fights with me over everything—big things, small things, things that don’t even matter. But beneath all the stubbornness, I see it… the way she chooses me, over and over again. Even when I make it difficult. Even when I don't deserve it.

Loving me isn’t easy, I know that. Yet, somehow, she does it anyway—with fierce arguments, with late-night apologies, with the kind of patience only she can have for me.

She is the hurricane and the safe place all at once. And maybe that’s the most beautiful kind of love there is.

April 11

✨ First glance at 12:30 PM, a quiet spark.

✨ First ‘yes’ at 4:40 PM, a promise whispered between us.

✨ First kiss at 5:15 PM, where words became unnecessary.

April 25

🖤 First hickey at 5:25 PM, a stolen moment that lingered.

April 28

💌 Officially together. ACTUALLY, It is 11th !!!!!!!!!!!

May 7

💞 Completely in my arms.

May 20

💫 Hehe.

June 26

🌧️ A day where time stood still.

July 14

💧 Saw her cry for the first time, a moment that made me want to shield her forever.

What She Loves

☕ Cold coffee

🥝 Kiwi

🥭 Mango

🍜 Maggi

Her Favorite Moments

🌅 Watching the sunrise while enjoying Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani, where love felt infinite.

I still remember that night like it was yesterday. The soft hum of the engine had faded, leaving just the quiet rustle of the trees and the warmth between us. This wasn’t just any place—it became our place. The spot where nervous glances turned into steady gazes, where unspoken words found their meaning, and where, in the stillness of the moment, we shared our first kiss. It was gentle, electric, perfect. The kind of kiss that lingers, not just on lips but in memory—forever tied to this place, this feeling, us. Now, every time I see this photo, my heart rewinds to that night, to you, to us. And I smile, knowing that was just the beginning.