PROLOGUE

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It all started with a letter.
A stupid, stupid, stupid letter.
Or was it the wedding?
She couldn't remember.

Or was it the black family owl that came crashing into her room when she was trying to take a power nap?...... yeah that was it.

Whenever Daado and Ammi sent a letter together it usually meant unpleasant news.
Unpleasant news usually meant arranged marriages.
And boy was she right.

But she wasn't in the mood for tying any knot with a random cousin or family friend who she had grown up calling bhaiyya and seen them pee their pants and act like horses.
Nope.

As they say in English 'Desperate times call for desperate measures ' or 'Majburi ka naam Gandhiji.'

The Desperate time?
> Arranged marriage to her fattu cousin.

The Desperate measure applied?
> "I already have a boyfriend."

The problemo ?
> she didn't.
Hell, she didn't even have a boy who looked at her that way.




Or so she thought.


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Bhaiyya- means brother
Fattu- wimp
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I swear the fist chapter will be better, it's just that I don't know how to keep the prologue short......
But I'm working on it🤷🏻‍♀️

But I'm working on it🤷🏻‍♀️

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