• • • Indian Arranged Marriage • • • ~ You're the peace I crave in this chaotic world. ~ He was three, when he held her little finger for the first time. He didn't know, what future held for them. But he did know that he wanted to hold onto this little finger... forever. What he didn't know was, this was actually happening-in that exact moment. He didn't know that while he had his gaze stuck on her, he was secretly being blended... by fate with her. It was love at first sight for him. She had her eyes closed at the moment, but that three-year-old boy knew, she's going to twinkle his rest of life. They saw him. They saw the way he looked at her. The moment their eyes met; the brightest smile spread on both their faces. They were changing the arrangement. "Them?" "Them!" All eyes turned to them, the bestfriends roared with laughter and moved to hug eachother. The arrangement has been swapped and that hug was the only thing it was sealed with. Note- If you're not looking for a fun, cheesy, romantic, sappy and cliché book... please stay away. This book does NOT have any unnecessary drama, cliffhangers and negative plotline. The songs, videos and pictures used in the book are for reference and DOES NOT belong to me. All Credits to the respective owners. INCLUDES HINDI/PUNJABI DIALOGUES (please don't ask for translation, because the language that I write needs therapy and not translation, sorry!) Copyright © 2023 _fantasizing_ ©All Rights Reserved.

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? •••