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Our Wedding

Some things begin with a spark. Ours began with a phone screen. Anurag, ever the pragmatist, asked to chat before our first date: he wanted to make sure the vibe was right. We talked. Really talked. About life, ambition, families, cities we’d lived in, and the shape of the universe we were trying to carve out for ourselves. By the end of the call, he asked me out. That first date started at Little Island and wandered into the heart of the West Village, his favorite neighborhood. The streets were glowing in that golden New York way, and between the cobblestones and the skyline, we found ourselves speaking a shared language. He told me how he sees the world: deliberate, reflective, grounded. I told him how I feel it: vividly, viscerally, all at once. Something clicked. There was no game, no pretense; just two people who knew what they were looking for and found something better.By our second date, we were exclusive. It felt inevitable. Since then, we’ve been inseparable—not in the clingy, cinematic way, but in the deep, quiet knowing that you’ve found your favorite person to do everything and nothing with. We’ve strolled through The Met like tourists in our own city, lost hours in late-night conversations, split groceries and philosophies in equal measure. We’re both workaholics with impossible dreams: he, a poet of systems and strategy; me, a dancer in a world of logic. We believe in mastery. In excellence. In showing up for the work. But more than anything, we believe in building a life that feels full. Full of family, friendships, meaning, and mischief. Of quiet dinners and big ideas. Of holding hands through every hard thing. We want to spend our days doing great things, and our lives doing good. This is the beginning of that story.

Our Story

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Travel

For Those Who Wander If you’re traveling far to be with us, thank you. You’ve already made the most important journey. But if time permits, we hope you’ll let India show you a few more of her stories. The kind written not in words, but in red sandstone and marble veins, in the smell of cardamom chai on railway platforms, in the echo of temple bells at dusk. There exists a triangle of dreams: a path through Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur, where history whispers at every turn, and the soul finds both spectacle and serenity Come west, into the desert light, where Jaipur glows like a rose in bloom. The city sings in amber and ochre. its palaces, its bazaars, the quiet dignity of its forts perched on hills like old kings watching time unfold. Eat with your hands. Smile at strangers. Buy nothing you need and everything you love. Eventually, the road will begin to narrow.It winds past mustard fields and old banyan trees, climbs gently into the Aravallis, and finally, you’ll see it: Alila Fort Bishangarh, a sentinel of stone and silence. Once a warrior’s keep, now a place where time pauses. This is where we’ll meet you. Where we’ll hold each other’s hands and vows. Where centuries will bear witness to a weekend of music, mischief, and meaning. Come as you are. Come tired, curious, wide-eyed, or skeptical. Come for the wedding, or for the country that holds us. Either way, we’ll be waiting, arms open, hearts full. Go next to where the empire once breathed its loudest - Delhi. A city layered like a palimpsest. Each street corner murmurs a different century. Walk through the chaos of Chandni Chowk, then lose yourself in the quiet perfection of Humayun’s Tomb, where symmetry feels like prayer. Don’t rush. Delhi will not be rushed. From there, drift south to Agra, where the air itself seems to soften. The Taj Mahal needs no introduction, and yet, when you stand before it, you’ll understand why poets lose language here. Go early, when the mist is still clinging to the Yamuna. Stay until the marble blushes with sunset. Let the stillness carry you.

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