||A south indian cross cousin love story|| 🌸 Note: In certain South Indian traditions, marriage between a girl and her mother's brother's son (cross-cousin) is a culturally accepted and legally valid practice in India. Ezhil x Kayalvizhi Kayalvizhi grew up with one dream, that one day she would marry Arjun. He was her first love, her childhood promise, her everything. Their families had always spoken about it like it was written in the stars. So when the wedding was finally fixed, her heart overflowed with happiness. She didn't care about a big career or chasing ambition. Being his wife was enough. But fate had other plans. Just hours before the wedding, Arjun leaves without a word, making her shattered at the edge of a life that no longer makes sense. In the midst of heartbreak, confusion, and family pressure, she is married off to his younger brother, Ezhil, the charming professor who had loved her in silence since childhood. Kayal enters this new marriage numb and unwilling. But Ezhil never asks for her love, only her peace. He gives her space, encourages her to study, to grow, to dream again. Slowly, through his kindness, she begins to find herself. The girl who once only wanted love begins to chase a future of her own, one her father had always wished for her. One she never thought she was strong enough to build. And somewhere in the quiet rhythm of their new life, shared in silence, in the way he saw her strength when she couldn't, her heart began to heal. She didn't realize when it started, but with every gentle word, every steady presence, every look that held more care than expectation, She began to fall in love again, not all at once, but slowly. Softly. Unexpectedly. Beautifully. Not with the boy she once dreamed of, But with the man who had loved her all along, quietly, patiently, completely.

Her heart raced as she saw a handsome young man standing beside her brother, he had blond hair that was combed back neatly, his eyes were nearly the color of a jade stone. He was tanned as if he worked outside and muscular, she had never seen a more attractive man. "Sam, this is my little sister Isabella" Louis said politely "Isabella, this is my good friend Sam Wilder, from work." Isabella smiled, she shook his offered hand and noticed just how tall he was, why he was nearly a foot taller than she. Although it wasn't difficult to stand taller than someone who barely stood five feet tall. "Isabella!" her mother called for her "I could use a hand in the kitchen," She smiled at Sam once more before leaving the room to help her mother. She noticed that her mother seemed a little more frustrated than normal and tried her best to help her but also to stay out of her way. It wasn't until they set the table and started putting the serving dishes down that the door bell rang again, her mother smiled brightly and took off her apron before answering the door. Isabella listened in as her mother fawned over whomever it was. "Isabella, Darling, come meet our guest" Isabella made her way out the dinning room to the entry way, an older gentleman nearly the age of her parents stood there, a dark suit on and a misshapen hat atop his head. He grabbed it suddenly revealing very thin balding dark hair. He had a cigarette in his mouth- she had never cared for the smell of cigarettes. "Darling" her mother said making introductions "This is Mr. Ralph Stanley, Mr. Stanley this is my dear daughter Isabella Verity Price,"

We may not start with love...Destiny brought us together💞💞