The café sat hidden like a shy secret between a dusty old bookstore that smelled of yellowed pages and forgotten love letters, and a wool shop overflowing with yarn in the colors of sunsets and spilled dreams. A hand-painted sign above the door read The Elm Tree, the letters faded and a little crooked, like a postcard you find years later in a drawer you never open.
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"Everything here runs on my terms, assistant." Desperate for a job, Ishan's last hope is Agnihotri Automobiles. But the cold and intimidating CEO, Vikram Agnihotri, isn't someone who welcomes change-especially not after the tragic loss of his wife. Can Ishan survive in a world ruled by Vikram's iron will, or will he crumble under the pressure? ☆Top- Vikram Agnihotri ☆Bottom- Ishan Verma ⚠️ Warning: A slowburn with lots of angst. Emotions unravel slowly-nothing is rushed.
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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 distance between your hand and mine is called...grief.” Two strangers. One arranged marriage. And a distance neither of them intended to cross.
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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