Meera's hand flew to her mouth. "No."
The mural showed a man and a woman at a railway station in 1973. The woman held a cassette tape. The man held a lighter.
Reyansh pulled out his phone. "My grandfather was a musician. He died in 1975. I have a photo." He showed her.
The algorithm, it turned out, was just a matchmaker. The magic was theirs.
They haven't played it yet.
His heart clenched. He didn't know why. He swiped right.