blushwithEira
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❝ They married as strangers.
Shared a room.
And slowly... they became each other's home. ❞
Anaya wears sarees and bakes the kind of cakes that taste like memories.
Vihaan codes in sweatpants and hoodies, loves silence, and blushes when she flirts.
They didn't choose love.
They chose marriage - quiet, arranged, and unfamiliar.
But between shared blankets, lingering touches, chai in the morning, and midnight whispers...
something soft begins to bloom.
This is not a love story that starts with sparks.
It starts with burnt toast, shy glances, and a hoodie left on her side of the bed.