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But the truth is simpler. My relationship with my wife, Neha, is a long, meandering, beautiful, and sometimes messy, ongoing storyline. We are still in the middle of it. We don’t know how it ends, and frankly, I never want to know.

Our relationship isn't a Bollywood movie (though Neha would argue there are a few musical numbers in the kitchen). It isn't a fairy tale. It’s better. It’s a living, breathing novel where the chapters are written in grocery lists, late-night whispers, and the geography of how we fit together on a couch.

She became my anchor.

Disclaimer: My wife, Neha, has informed me that she will be commenting about the dishes. And also about the time I left the milk out overnight. Some storylines never end.

To everyone else: Find your Neha. Or find your own version. Find the person who makes the mundane magical and the arguments adorable. And then, never stop writing the story. But the truth is simpler

We are writing it every day. In the good morning texts. In the fight we have about the thermostat. In the way she steals my fries even when she said she wasn’t hungry. In the way I reach for her hand in my sleep.

Here are the romantic storylines of Me and My Neha . Every great romance has an origin story that sounds inevitable in hindsight. Ours was anything but. We don’t know how it ends, and frankly,

The classic trope here was enemies to lovers , but a very low-stakes, polite version. We argued about the best season of The Office (she said Season 5, which is objectively wrong—it’s Season 2). We debated the merits of pineapple on pizza (she won that one). But beneath the banter was a current. The storyline wasn’t about the arguments; it was about the looking forward to the next argument.