Out on the streets, Samira and I bonded over the trauma of our brother's, let's say, questionable quirks. Like right now, he's bawling his eyes out while munching on pani puri with us, just to keep up appearances. Sweet gesture, but I can already hear him cursing our names in the bathroom later.

  Besides that delightful spectacle, I got the lowdown on Samira's life. She's a web designer, graphic wizard, and all-around cool chick.

  Her dad's a real estate big shot, handed down through the family, while her brother Rudra manages the property gig, but only jet-sets when absolutely necessary. Her mom's living the dream in Dehradun, settling down there when Samira was knee-high to a grasshopper.

  Samira seems to have the perfect life to be swept off her feet by my brother, but hey, they're happy together.

  When I asked where they met, Samira spilled the beans. Picture this: a med intern social event about health awareness. Arjun, bless his heart, almost redefined "falling for someone" by face-planting over his own shoelaces, burying himself under a mountain of papers.

  He nearly needed a body count, with his friend Amir stepping in to save the day.

  Talk about an epic meet-cute.

  "And that's why you fell for him, huh?" I teased, utterly shocked at the absurdity.

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  "Well, after that, I felt sorry for him and bought him coffee for a couple of days, and the rest is history," Samira quipped, nudging Arjun, who was practically crying with laughter.

  I couldn't wrap my head around it. I saw him in the hospital on FaceTime, getting treated, not treating, and I was ready to bust out the waterworks. But these two think it's all a big joke.

  Anyway, after maxing out my brother's credit card on photography gear, we headed back to the car.

  "Oooo, can I drive?" Samira pleaded with Arjun.

  "No," he deadpanned.

  "Why not?" I chimed in.

  "She'll turn us into a real-life horror movie," I added.

  Samira protested, claiming her driving skills weren't that bad, just that one time she, you know, screwed up.

  Arjun shut her down real quick. "We've got a wedding to plan, and we can't afford any broken bones before the big day," he reasoned, holding open the passenger door for her. She pouted but conceded defeat.

  "I'll open the trunk, you can stash all the loot there, Vedhika," Arjun instructed, and I obliged.

  And just when we thought we were in the clear, Samira dropped the bomb. "Hey Arjun, mind stopping by the pani puri stand again?" Revenge was sweet, and she had it in spades.

  He was in deepshit, and I couldn't help but laugh. Oh, dear brother, why must you always have such a sweet tooth?