In the busy suburbs of Chicago, two people lived just fifteen minutes apart yet never crossed paths. A Punjabi Delhi boy, still figuring himself out, and a Gujarati girl raised in the Midwest, both unknowingly waiting for the right time.
That moment came after years of false starts, We both logged onto Hinge on the same day as a friend’s engagement . That evening, we matched. Bhavika messaged first, then called Sourabh while taking her dog on a walk. Our first conversation flowed so easily, did not feel as if it was a first.
By day four we had our first date. I picked her up, opened the car door, and from that small act began a tradition. Ten hours later, we knew something rare had started. Soon came countless evenings of cooking, long drives, laughter, and music. One of our strongest bonds came from dancing—turning living rooms into dance floors, moving in sync without trying. We weren’t just falling in love; we had become partners in rhythm.
After months of being together, we met each other’s families. Laughter, chai, and the fun discovery that her father and my mother shared the same name eased the introductions. With blessings, we became Rokafied followed by a holiday proposal.
Two years of dating turned into an engagement, and then a dream wedding. A celebration not just of us, but of cultures: Punjabi and Gujarati traditions blending seamlessly—Dandiya and Bhangra, Dhaka and butter chicken, phulkaris and Bandhanis.
What began with a swipe became a lifetime promise. Hand in hand, heart with heart, we step forward knowing—the best is yet to come.
