Our Love Story
"Flights of Love"
'Of Flights and Fairy Tales'!!!
They say love is written in the stars. But for Malu, it was written in the sound of a passing airplane — a soft whoosh that always made her stop, look up, and smile like a child who just saw magic unfold in the sky.
And for Rishi, love didn’t arrive with grand gestures or poetic confessions. It came quietly — in the way Malu looked at his miniature planes like they were precious, living things. In the way she saw the boy inside the man who built worlds out of wires, dreams, and Hot Wheels.
This is not just a love story. This is a love universe — with long-distance dreams, short-distance fights, superhero fantasies, and a wardrobe war that turned into a wedding.
Chapter 1: "The Superhero Next Door"
Rishi was many things. A dreamer, a builder, a man with the soul of a child and the mind of a CEO. At 27, he already ran his own tech company — designing drone systems, flights and what not.
But at home? He was different. He had an entire room dedicated to Hot Wheels, custom-made remote cars, model aircraft, and a giant world map with pushpins and stickers for "future missions". His house was less “bachelor pad” and more “Bruce Wayne’s garage meets a kid’s dreamland.”
It wasn’t my Rishi trying to impress anyone. But, this was his world, and he loved it with all his heart.
My entry into his life,
I had never even touched a drone in my life. My world was made of books, café dates, and impulsive shopping sprees. I wasn’t a techie — but I adored the skies. Ever since I was five, every time a flight passed overhead, I’d stop and whisper a wish to the clouds. And that’s how I first fell for Rishi — not because he was successful, but because he built the very things I used to wish upon.
Chapter 2: "The Hot Wheels Dilemma"
our story began like most modern romances — through mutual friends and late-night conversations. But it became unique the moment I stepped into his house on a video call.
“Wait… are those… mini flights?” I gasped.
Rishi smirked, proud. “Not just mini. Custom-built. See that one? It flies using magnetic propulsion. And that one? It can do flips in the air.”
My eyes sparkled. I couldn’t believe it. "This wasn’t a hobby. It was a whole other universe. He talked about drones like people talk about memories. His passion poured out of him like stories — stories I found myself wanting to be part of.
And then came The Wardrobe Scene.
One lazy Sunday afternoon, Rishi casually opened a giant wardrobe — revealing rows and rows of Hot Wheels, brand-new cars, bikes, planes, even a tiny Batmobile. My jaw dropped. “WHERE will I keep my clothes Rishii?” I asked, half-joking, half-serious.
Rishi, with a grin that could make flowers bloom, said, “I’ll get you a small cupboard dii pondatii.”
“SMALL cupboard?” I glared, arms crossed. “I’m a shopping addict! I need at least two!”
He laughed, unapologetic. “Fine. One big one. But no touching the Hot Wheels.”
That was their first “big fight”. Over wardrobe space.
And yet, that silly argument — the clashing of my Zara-filled dreams and his collector's kingdom — became "our rhythm. our balance. our madness. our love."
Chapter 3: "Long Distance in the Same Room via VC"
Even in the same room, We lived in two different worlds.
Rishi, with his tech blueprints, would be lost in code and propellers, while I would be binge-watching fashion haul videos or sketching our next travel plan. We’d barely talk for hours — and yet, we never felt distant.
Our love was a strange dance: a long-distance love within close proximity. Rishi spoke in ideas, me in feelings. He built things, I admired them. He forgot my shopping list, I forgot where I put his drone controller.
We weren’t perfect. But we were real.
He called her "Malu of My Sky."
She called him "Rishi Flight Wala."
Chapter 4: "The Proposal That Almost Didn't Happen"
One evening, Rishi planned the perfect proposal. He had made a drone shaped like a diamond ring box. The plan was to have it fly to me during sunset while we were at my favorite beach spot. But I, furious from our earlier fight over his refusal to get rid of a Hot Wheels shelf for “my new kurtis”, almost didn’t come. Yet, something told me to go because it's OUR LOVE STORY.
As I stood there, looking at the sunset, a small buzzing sound filled the air. I turned. The drone hovered, opened up — and there, shining in golden light, was the ring. Rishi walked up, nervous as ever. “I know I’m childish. I know I have a million cars and zero cupboards. But I also know that you’re the only person I want to share my world with. Will you marry me?”
Tears. Laughter. A slap on his arm.
“Only if I get the bigger cupboard.”
“Deal.”
Chapter:5 "The Wedding of Sky and Earth"
Our wedding won’t be grand — it will be magical.
Rishi: I will be sitting next to her, dressed in a traditional "vasti - shirt", — saying, “This is me, and I choose you for our lifetime di pondatiii .”
Malu: I will be wearing a traditional "pattu pudavai", delicate matching the color of every dream I ever whispered to the skies. I, as always, will pause, look up, and smile with my heart in my eyes. And Rishi, watching me, will lean closer, just to whisper, “You’ll always be my forever flight.”
And as the sun begins to set, and fairy lights will flicker into life around us, two very different us will become one — not by changing for each other, but by growing beside one another.
Our world — mine full of colors, chaos, food, books and clothes; and his filled with wires, dreams, dedication, hard work and whirring propellers — will finally meet,
Sky and earth.
Heart and wonder.
Childhood dreams and grown-up love.
And so, our story won’t end at the altar — it will begin there.
With laughter. With friendship. With silly fights over wardrobe space.
And with the promise that even years later, when a flight passes by, I will still look up — and he will still smile, knowing he gets to fly beside me.
Forever. 😍
