In an age not too long ago, when masks adorned our faces and elbow bumps passed for affection, two solitary souls existed beneath the same sun — unknowingly orbiting each other like destined stars.

And then… it happened.

As is customary in the era of enchanted rectangles and infinite scrolls, our tale began with the bold tap of a digital heart—on none other than that notorious realm of romance and ridiculous bios. Yes, dear reader, this epic saga of love sprang forth not from royal banquets or dramatic meet-cutes in bookstores, but from a fiery, dark pink app more commonly associated with ghosting than grandeur.

Enter Joshua.

A pragmatic lad with noble brows and no particular expectations, he downloaded the app one lazy day, partly for curiosity, mostly for memes. He had no faith in its sorcery. Yet, in a moment that can only be described as Cupid’s mic drop, the very first person he messaged was Jehnara. A sign? Perhaps. A miracle? Definitely.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the realm…

Jehnara. A scholar of the healing arts and recently freed from the academic dungeon known as “Med School Exams”—had just concluded a month-long spiritual dialogue with the universe. Her wish? A man both dreamt of and real. She had manifested. The cosmos had listened.

Then, like a moment written long ago in the stars and simply waiting for its cue, she received a message. Not just any message, mind you. An Instagram message. From a boy named Joshua who, with the humility of a woodland elf, invited her for coffee—in a few weeks.

Jehnara, ever the fire-hearted heroine, replied with the thunderclap of destiny:

“Let’s do dinner. Tomorrow.”

And so they did.

That evening, the stars leaned in a little closer. Time, ever the trickster, slowed down. And in the glow of dim lighting and awkward first-date banter, two hearts recognized something ancient in each other.

From the first look, to the first laugh, to that first hug in the apartment parking lot—they knew. This wasn’t just a date. It was the prologue of something eternal.

They had met their match, their mirror, their missing piece.

Their “one.”

Their “always.”

Their home.