Devika Allamshetty x Arvind Chowdhary Inka manchiga design cheyachu ee restaurant ni... Arvind looked up, scanning the ceiling like it personally disappointed him. Restaurant aa? a soft yet confident voice came from behind. Mi lanti architect leka ala design cheyaledulendi! He turned around - startled. A women in a simple white dress, golden mirror-bordered dupatta shining under the café lights, stood there with a tray in hand. Devika? he blinked. Haa, she smiled, setting the tray down. First of all, idi restaurant kaadhu - café. Café antaru dinni. She extended her hand,Hello. I'm Devika Allemsetty. He hesitated, then shook it, smirking. Arvind Chowdhary. That's how it started - a tiny argument over architecture and coffee tables. What they didn't know was that those playful quarrels would soon turn into late-night talks about their home, their tiny garden, and the quiet love that grows between them - as Devika loves, and Arvind loves what Devika loves.