This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- He leaned close to her, his words brushing softly against her earlobe, "Oka sari na kallalo kallupetti chusunte...nenu cheppaleni samadhanam appude dorikedi emo." [If you had just looked into my eyes even once... and maybe you'd understand the words I could never say] Tholi Prema... oka kshanam kaadu, oka parichayam kaadu, oka prayanam... oka madhuram aina modati paata adi neetho modalayindi. Hrudhayam nilavadhu... nee pai unna prema maruvadhu. [First love... isn't just a moment, isn't just an acquaintance, it's a journey... a sweet first song, and it began with you. The heart hasn't stopped... the love I have for you won't change] Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. Happy reading 🩷

Tropes Billionaire X Wattpad writer( writes smut too) Arranged marriage(secret to the world) Forced proximity Enemies to lovers North Indian X South Indian Grumpy X Sunshine Best friend's brother Sassy heroine lot of banter Villain is state CM obsessed with her Hridhaya always knew Karthick was bad for her blood pressure-grumpy, arrogant, and permanently stuck in rage mode. But when their families drop the ultimate MARRIAGE bomb and decide they should get married, she realizes she's officially living in her worst nightmare. HRIDHAYA: Marrying Karthick worser than to: ❌ Be buried under a mountain of cockroaches. ❌ Watch 3 hour TV serial in slow motion (with dramatic zoom-ins and zoom outs). ❌ That's worse than being trapped in an elevator with a nosy auntie. ❌Worser than eating soggy panipuri all my life But no. Instead of living my peaceful, Karthick-free life, I'm now stuck in a wedding I never signed up for-with him, Mr Always Angry, cactus Karthick. The man who argues with me like it's his full-time job.This isn't a wedding. This is a hostage situation. KARTHICK: If someone had told me I'd be married to Hridhaya, I would have laughed in their face. Or screamed. Or maybe jumped into a crocodile-infested river-less painful than this. I hate her Because marrying Hridhaya? ❌ Using a blunt razor on the face and ending up with battle scars. ❌ Worse than being stuck in a never-ending WhatsApp family group. ❌ Worse than getting stuck in traffic right before reaching home when you need to pee. She's bossy, loud, and has an answer for everything. And now? She's my wife.This is not a marriage. This is a lifetime sentence. The Real Problem? Between petty sabotage,accidental attraction, and a wedding they never asked for, their battle isn't just about avoiding marriage anymore-it's about surviving it. Because the more they fight, the closer they get, and the closer they get, the more dangerous this game becomes. Brace yourselves. This isn't just a wedding.

Lotus: Her Blooming Love "Love isn't about claiming, it's about surrender. And healing begins where true love waits silently. Gauri Vishwakarma was born with fire in her aim and devotion in her heart. A joyful, talkative girl whose world revolved around archery, friendships, and the whispered prayers she shared with her eternal companion-Shri Krishna. She thought she understood love. At least, that's what her possessive boyfriend made her believe. But everything begins to change the moment she steps into Jamshedpur, chasing her dreams at the Tata Archery Academy. When her brother's best friend, Shiv Verma, a quiet, dark-skinned coach with eyes full of unspoken emotions, walks back into her life-everything that once seemed sure starts to unravel. What Gauri doesn't know is that Shiv has loved her since they were teenagers-since the first time he saw her lighting a diya in the Radha Krishna temple, talking to Kanha like He was really listening. She never noticed. But he never forgot. Now, fate brings them under the same roof, in the same training ground, with her heart confused and his love silent. Will her broken beliefs about love shatter under pressure, or bloom into something pure? Will she see the difference between control and care? And will Kanha guide her to a love that heals? A tender, slow-burn desi love story that celebrates faith, healing, and the kind of love that waits. Forever.