"𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚.... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Ananya - delicate in touch, fierce in loyalty, the one who remembered every version of him. Vihaan - feared by many, unreadable to most, a soul that remembered even when memory didn't. Everyone said fate was cruel to the Singhanias. Not because of the curse itself- but because it chose its victims silently. Ananya and Vihaan were never meant to cross paths again... not after everything that tore them apart. She remembers every piece of their story. He remembers half of it, the cruel one. Yet fate, stubborn and deliberate, ties them together once more- pulling her back to the very man destined to lose her, and him back to a love he no longer recalls. Because Vihaan is the eldest son. And the Singhania curse has never spared a bride past the seventh month. Love brings them together. Destiny counts the days. And fate? It's already decided who it's coming for. "Vihaan and Ananya's story is just getting started... please read and stay with me 💫" With lots of love 💗 ~rubysword......