The story of two people, who are bound in an arranged marriage, unaware of each other's past storms buried inside. Rudra Singhania-25 years old, son of a successful businessman, unwillingly married to Sonakshi Sharma for the sake of the company, who's 2 years junior to him. Sonakshi had her schooling in a countryside, where she lived with her grandparents. In a turn of events, she found herself married to the same senior from her school, who once was her teenage crush. How they are going to deal with eachother ? Are they still the same person as before ? No. What beholds for them in the future? Can they ever be able to accept their marriage ? What if a flower, that heals-blooms in this marriage ?

𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺...𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀. ☆𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗟☆ 𐙚𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 1 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── "Are you scared or... nervous?" I asked, closing the distance just a little more. I was enjoying it far too much. Seeing him this flustered was oddly satisfying and for the first time-the tables had turned. I had every intention of taking full advantage of it. "None," he replied. His face gave nothing away, calm and unreadable, even as he took another step back-until the back of his knee brushed the table behind him, leaving him nowhere else to go. I smirked and stepped closer, invading the little space he had left. Rising onto my toes, I leaned in just enough for my lips to graze near his ear, my hand resting lightly around his neck. His reaction betrayed him. One hand clenched the tablecloth at his side, knuckles tightening. A soft giggle escaped me as I watched his reaction, pulling back just enough to poke his nose. "I'll go and change," I said casually, finally beginning to step away. I barely moved back before his hand caught my waist, pulling me back firmly until I was pressed against his chest. My hand instinctively clutched his sherwani at the shoulder as his hand slid steadily to my back. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Why did you stop?" he asked quietly. His fingers traced my cheek as he gently lifted my lehenga's dupatta from my head. It slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. This time, when his hand returned to my back, it met bare skin. My breath hitched. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as his voice dropped to a whisper. "Ab main start karu?" ────୨ৎ────

𝑱𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑨 "𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆" It's messy, her life, her goals, everything seems messed up- as if there's no way out. She's stuck between becoming independent and letting her emotions lose control. Having lost everything she ever held close to her heart, will she ever trust herself with life or maybe....love? 𝑨𝑫𝑽𝑰𝑻 𝑫𝑬𝑾𝑨𝑵 "𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕? 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏" Perfection- is all his world revolves around. Young, but adamant on having it all. He has it all- family, friends, goals, everything is right in his hands. Who knew maybe he'd get obsessed with a certain someone's presence, as if there's no replica. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝..𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒚. "𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓"

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

#1 𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦 ☆☆☆ "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. "𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥. ☆☆☆ • 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀- 𝑔ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑑𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑖 (𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦) • 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇- 𝑔ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑎 𝑒𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎 (𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦) ☆☆☆ 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴:- ~ 𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 ~ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 ~ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ~ 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 ~ 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ~ 𝘉𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘪 𝘟 𝘌𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢 ~ 𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨ue

AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE LOVE STORY.