They discovered small, honest incompatibilities: Riya loved mornings; Arjun loved late-night conversations. He loved wandering without plans; she liked lists. Yet the conversation kept returning to things that mattered—family, fear, the soft griefs you don’t announce. He spoke about his mother’s last year, about how music had anchored him. She spoke about leaving a steady career to try writing, how the blank page was both terrifying and freeing.