When shrivi goes home after a long time. Who doesn't have her parents' love and family's love for some reason. She had support from her grandmother & her bava shriyan varjarpati. They both love her so much & take care of her. Shrivi loves her bava shriyan but she didn't say him. Will she be able to say her feelings for him? Will she be able to get her parents' and family's love? 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐩 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 Credits to @Starwritzz for the beautiful cover

Amyra and Sanju grew up together. Their parents plan on get them married to each other, but they don't want to marry each other. The two best friends decide to go to Goa to find their true partner and their true self.

Cute romantic 😍

Two powerful business families-one from Andhra, the other from Telangana-come together for an arranged marriage. Rajavarapu Vaibhav Reddy, the charming, playful MD, and Raghuneni Aadhya Reddy, the fierce yet lovable Director meet for the first time during their Pellichoopulu. No dramatic proposals. No long courtships. Just a conversation between two families that had already decided their children's fate. It's not just a love story-it's Andhra vs. Telangana, tradition vs. modernity, and two strong personalities navigating the chaos of an arranged marriage! What happens when an Andhra King and a Telangana Queen are brought together by a decades old promise?? Will they clear their differences or just part their ways???? Andhra X Telangana Sarcastic X Humorous Traditional X Modern

#1 of the love series. He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. 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. This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- Happy reading 🩷