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Tum Meri Pehli Aur Akhiri Mohabbat Ho

"Arre, bro..." Rajveer's voice rumbled low, mischief sparking in his dark eyes as they swept down, then back up, lazily drinking in the boy's fine shirt, the small waist, the soft hands gripping his shoulders for balance, the flushed face. "Itni patli kamar toh humare gaon ki ladkion ki bhi nhi hoti." ("Even the girls in my village don't have a waist this slim.") The boy's mouth dropped open, lips parted in shock, words failing for a second. "What—" And that's how the two opposite hearts collided. But can a pind boy and a city prince find a place in the world where their hearts can beat freely? “When death comes to hold my hand, I'll hold yours with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime.” — Rajveer “My darling, you will never be unloved by me. You are too deeply tangled in my soul.” — Aarav

Sacred Vows

Two strangers. One arranged marriage. Eight years between them. Priya was nineteen, still finishing high school, when her life suddenly took a turn she never expected. Instead of graduation parties and carefree days, she found herself becoming the wife of Siddharth Singhania—a twenty-seven-year-old businessman, heir to a powerful family, and a man who had never wanted to get married. They don't hate each other. They don't fight. They simply don't know how to be a husband and wife. Their marriage is built on awkward silences, polite conversations, shared routines, and feelings neither of them knows how to express. For Priya, Siddharth slowly becomes someone she wants to understand. For Siddharth, Priya is a responsibility he never asked for—and a reminder of the eight years that stand between them. But perhaps a marriage doesn't always begin with love. Perhaps sometimes... love comes after the vows. And when secrets, family expectations, misunderstandings and unspoken feelings begin to challenge their carefully maintained distance— will their sacred vows remain just a promise... or become the beginning of something neither of them ever expected?

The Groom Who Wasn't the Bride

He was supposed to marry the girl his family had chosen. But minutes before the wedding, the bride disappeared. In the middle of the chaos, a quiet twenty-two-year-old boy was pushed into the mandap in her place. With his long hair, delicate features and bridal attire, nobody noticed. Not the guests. Not the relatives. Not even the groom. Rudra Singhania had married Aarav Mehta without ever knowing that the person sitting beside him was a man. Rudra thought the marriage was nothing more than an obligation he had reluctantly accepted for his mother. Aarav thought he was only being used to save his uncle's family's honour. Neither knew that one wedding ceremony would change both their lives. What happens when the bride runs away... and her quiet cousin is forced to take her place in the mandap?

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Tum Meri Pehli Aur Akhiri Mohabbat Ho

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Bound To The Enigma

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Sacred Vows

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The Arrange Marriage

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The Groom Who Wasn't the Bride

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