Twenty-four year old Seema Ramsunder, a budding writer, lived in Sunderi, a predominantly Indian suburb in the city of Asmani. She was tall, slender, and had the most striking big brown eyes. Her flawless beauty did not guarantee a string of boyfriends or secret admirers however.

This was perhaps owing to the fact that Seema prided herself on being a 21st century woman who believed in women empowerment and not sponging off men. In fact, Seema was so principled, that she did not accept any gift or favour from a male colleague - not without reciprocating the good turn that is.

Each year at Valentine’s, Seema would wait for someone, anyone – no matter a hoax secret admirer – to send her a pink card signed XOXO. But no one ever did.

“Why is it that everyone else gets sent roses and gifts on Valentine’s, but not me?” wondered Seema. “This year’s got to be different,” she thought to herself.

So every morning at daybreak since January 1, 2010, Seema would walk across to the nearby mandir, and pray for the Love Goddess Parvati to send her a knight in shining armour.

Mother Parvati acknowledged Seema’s devotions, and decided to grant her her wish.

Four hundred kilometers from Sunderi, in the town of Grande Johari, lived a handsome young man by the name of Kamal Hari. At age 27, Kamal was the most illustrious software developer in all of Johari.

Born of noble lineage, Kamal inherited a huge office plot upon the death of his parents, three years prior. There he built a state-of-the-art software consortium under the banner of Rahi Malak. An only-child, Kamal’s heart yearned for companionship.

As Mother Parvati would have it, a three-day conference scheduled for the weekend of 12 February 2010 in St Mohabbat ensured the chance meeting of Seema and Kamal.

Both Seema and Kamal were members of the newly-established Council for Religious Progressives (CRP). The Council held its opening conference at Samundar Kinare, a holiday resort in St Mohabbat, halfway between Sunderi and Grande Johari.

Seema arrived at the conference venue an hour late. There were no seats left in the hall, save for the one beside Kamal Hari. The two strangers were at once love struck, and tried to outdo one other in raising the most stimulating debates at the conference.

On the evening of Sunday, 14 February, Seema and Kamal camped out on the beach under a bed of twinkling stars.

They looked into each other’s eyes, and for a whole minute, it seemed as if time itself had stopped. As their lips drew closer, a lost pup sniffed its way up to them, bearing the collar PYAR (Love). A sure ishara (sign) that ‘Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi’ (the lord had made this pairing).