"Okay, take care." Saying that, I waited for her to say something but Her hesitation won against her yet again,I ended the call and tossed my phone into my pocket as I arrived in Pratapgarh today. I didn't want to tell her I was coming; I wanted to surprise her
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Each step, each round of the holy fire, led Meera and Shreyansh into a life they never expected, never planned, and never even imagined. Once strangers with separate paths, their lives were now intricately tangled, bound by fate's unpredictable design. "Now, fill the partition with vermillion on the bride's head," the priest announced. Shreyansh pinched some vermillion between his fingers. As an elderly lady unveiled Meera, Shreyansh's gaze fell upon her tear-streaked face. Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if shielding herself from the harsh reality unfolding around her. With a heavy heart, Shreyansh filled her partition with the sacred red powder, some of it falling onto the bridge of her nose. "Aaj se aap dono pati patni hai, vivaah sampurn hua," the priest proclaimed, declaring them husband and wife. A wedding is supposed to be a joyous celebration, a sacred union filled with love and affection, the beginning of two lives intertwined in harmony. Yet, their wedding felt like a solemn ceremony devoid of joy. No music, no laughter, no celebration. Shreyansh stood up from the mandap and walked away, leaving Meera sitting there, still covered by her veil. Her fingers fidgeted with a pendant, the name "Vikram" etched into it. A fresh wave of tears cascaded down her cheeks as she caressed the initial of Vikram's name. Unable to hold back her anguish, she whispered his name, "Vikram," before her body gave in to the overwhelming emotions and she fell unconscious. What destiny planned for them? Who was Vikram? Why Shreyansh left? To know further read my story Fated Love~A love that defies destiny.
"Ishika Sharma," he roared, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. I froze mid-step, my heart pounding as his words sent shivers down my spine. Slowly, I turned to face him, every nerve in my body screaming at me not to meet his gaze. But I knew I couldn't avoid it forever. His tall frame loomed closer, erasing the distance between us in just a few strides. The intensity in his eyes was almost unbearable, and I wished with all my heart that I could look away, knowing that meeting his gaze would shatter me into a thousand pieces. "Kiss me," he demanded, his voice low but unwavering. My breath hitched as I reluctantly lifted my tear-blurred eyes to him, his presence overwhelming. "I said, kiss me. Right now." His tone softened, but the weight of his words crushed me all the same. Thankyou🤍
An Arranged Marriage Romance Prerna Kaushik has spent her life climbing corporate ladders, silencing whispers about her dark skin, sharp tongue, and single status at twenty-eight. As the eldest daughter in a middle-class family, she’s used to rejections—by suitors, by society, even by fate. What she isn’t used to is someone choosing her, not out of duty, but out of quiet, stubborn belief. Aditya Randhawa is twenty-six, soft-spoken, and the underestimated youngest son of a traditional household. His struggling mental wellness startup has made him the family’s afterthought—until he shocks everyone by agreeing to marry the woman his elder brother rejected. What begins as an arranged marriage of compromise becomes something deeper as they navigate awkward silences, mismatched dreams, and growing attraction. When Aditya walks away from his family to defend her, everything changes. Now it’s no longer about duty. It’s about healing. It's about love that doesn't shout—but stays. A story of two opposites tied together by a fragile thread, learning that sometimes, love finds its way through the knots.
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