We met through Jeevansathi, and at first, I wasn’t entirely sure about him. I didn’t think it would turn into anything serious. But then, something unexpected happened—his voice. It wasn’t just any voice; it had this warmth, a calming rhythm that made everything feel right. And what truly stole my heart was the way he told stories. Every single day, without fail, he would call me and weave a new tale. It wasn’t just the words he spoke, but the way he painted pictures with his voice, the way he made every moment seem alive. As I listened to his stories, something beautiful unfolded. Slowly, without realizing it, I became a part of those stories. The little details, the shared laughter, the quiet moments—each one brought me closer to him. I didn’t just hear his stories, I became woven into the fabric of his life, and in that, I found my heart.