How We Met
Shiv saw Shali for the first time on Dil Mil, a dating app. It was love at first sight for him. Unfortunately, she didn’t see him on the matchmaking app. After months of searching for her, his baby cousin finally ended the hunt – she found her through Shali’s mom’s Facebook account! That was not the end of Shiv’s struggle. He messaged her for weeks on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter till Shali finally gave in and decided to reply. A month and countless conversations later, on a rainy summer day they met.
It was also love at first sight for Shali.
How They Asked
Well.. it all started with a vision.
I had asked my best woman, Daisy, to help me scope some locations. Shali had been sweet enough to never ask for a certain kind of proposal (or ring). Instead, her only request was that there be a lot of pictures…because she wouldn’t be able to take it all in.
Yeah, I had definitely that covered.
Daisy and I started by scouting a few spots.
Our choice was Toronto’s Distillery District. Shali and I have always loved that location. Spending countless dates there, walking the cobblestone streets in the summer. It was ideal because it’s romantic, but this is November. It’s cold outside, and the Christmas market was about to begin. I suddenly realized I didn’t want the proposal to be public and cold.
The mood I wanted was warm and intimate. And that’s when we visited The Loft.
It was perfect.
Closed off. Warm (in temperature and mood). Intimate. and available! Daisy had actually gotten married here back in 2015 and the location had always been in my mind as a special place. After talking to the event manager, we were able to secure a few hours on the 20th of November.
The plan was set. I grabbed my A-team.
And the rest is history. Once she realized it, she was at a loss for words.
I took her to the backdrop and asked her to marry me.
Well, I said it in a much sweeter way, but I have no idea what I said, and I’m sure it’s recorded somewhere, but you don’t want to watch a video of me in tears (yes, I cried) professing my love. At least I don’t want you to see it.
