Marriage is a connection between two souls for their entire life. The partners are going to be together for infinity. We are supposed to choose who we wanna spend our life with But this choice wasn't given to me I was married without my choice and wishes. To a girl I didn't knew. Only if I knew saving someone from trouble will land myself in trouble! ******* How can a girl who believed marriage to be so pure and important phase of her life will live with guy unknown to her? That too when they have to keep their marrige a secret? Can she bridge the distance between her husband and her? ♡⁠▽⁠✿⁠▽♡⁠ Started : 9 April 2024 Ended :

I never craved attention, until I tasted yours!-Mrs. Rajvansh🧿❤️ --- "Umm... hello? Testing-mic check? Yeah, we're live." *The author cleared her throat, awkwardly staring at the blinking cursor.* "Welcome to... well, chaos. If you're looking for logic, peace, or a main character who thinks before she speaks-this ain't it." "Excuse you?" Trishna huffed from the side, arms crossed over her pajama top. "I have thoughts. Deep ones. Like-what if clouds are just sky's dandruff?" "See?" *Author pointed. Dramatically.* "THIS is what I'm working with." "You're the one who made me like this!" Trishna fired back. "And why do I have to be 23 and a mess while he's out there being thirty-one, broody, and hot?" "Hot?" A low voice cut through the noise. "You're not supposed to be here yet!" *Author yelped, hiding the notes in, hidden notes the folder* "Go back to chapter one! You're ruining the reveal!" "I don't wait for chapters," Rudransh said, adjusting his wristwatch-like he was preparing for war. "And stop calling me broody. I'm composed." "You threw a chair at a wall last week!" Trishna exclaimed. "It didn't hit anyone." "...that doesn't help your case." *Author facepalmed.* "Okay, readers. Let's be real. This story? It's not sunshine-falls-for-grump. It's more like chaos-collides-with-control. She's messy. He's angry. There's a kitchen scene that still haunts my notes app. And yes, jealousy. Don't ask." Trishna snorted. "He wants to strangle me half the time, but God forbid I talk to any guy and suddenly he's Gordon Ramsay with an ego problem." "I don't get jealous," Rudransh muttered, deadpan. "Sure, sure, tell that to the broken coffee mug." *Author chimed in, sipping chai while eating Marie gold* "Anyway. Buckle up. There's madness, there's minefields, and there's no logic here. Just vibes and violence." "Is there romance?" The author's bff asks. Trishna and Rudransh glance at each other. "...we don't know." Maybe.