They met in the middle of a pandemic, when the world had gone quiet.
Richa knew early — on their very first date, she told Rishabh she'd always wanted to get married. A year and a half later they'd decided, though, as he'd be the first to admit, without much of a proposal. “I was stupid enough not to bring you a ring,” he confessed. So here, at a fort in Bikaner, he finally did it properly — down on one knee, ring in hand, years late and exactly on time.
They flew in from the US to marry in Rajasthan, in Torani, under desert light. Two families, one fort, and a groom his own mother still calls ‘little Rishu.’ Richa's words for him were simpler, and larger: “He is my peace, my calm. He is my home.” A Kohinoor, she called him — a piece of her heart.
We filmed a love that had already survived the strangest year, come a very long way, and arrived certain. And then — because these two can't sit still — he grinned and said, “Run.”
