𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐢, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.🖤🥀

This story begins in a quiet village, where traditions speak louder than dreams and silence is taught before questions. She grows up between mud roads and morals, raised in an orthodox family that believes values matter more than voice. Educated, yet expected to obey. Dreaming, yet told to stay within limits.

Avni Deshmukh is a cute and sweet drama queen who loves to light uo every place she walks into with her sparkling energy and endless drama. Rishi Malhotra is silent and cold, a man who opens up to only a few chosen people. They hate each other from bottom of their hearts, yet destiny plays its game and ties them together in an accidental marriage: not arranged, not forced, not a contract. How will these two opposites handles their marriage? Will they learn to stay together or walk separate paths? And most importantly...can Avni ever make her way into Rishi's small, guarded world? To find out, let's dive into their story filled with chaos, warmth, and unexpected love.

This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- His breath hitched. He is leaning closer to her but gave a respectful distance, his words came out softly, "Oka sari na kallalo kallupetti chusunte... nenu cheppaleni samadhanam appude dorikedi emo." [At that time, If you had just looked into my eyes even once... and maybe you'd understand the words I could never say] 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 🩷

Devika Allamshetty x Arvind Chowdhary Inka manchiga design cheyachu ee restaurant ni... Arvind looked up, scanning the ceiling like it personally disappointed him. Restaurant aa? a soft yet confident voice came from behind. Mi lanti architect leka ala design cheyaledulendi! He turned around - startled. A women in a simple white dress, golden mirror-bordered dupatta shining under the café lights, stood there with a tray in hand. Devika? he blinked. Haa, she smiled, setting the tray down. First of all, idi restaurant kaadhu - café. Café antaru dinni. She extended her hand,Hello. I'm Devika Allemsetty. He hesitated, then shook it, smirking. Arvind Chowdhary. That's how it started - a tiny argument over architecture and coffee tables. What they didn't know was that those playful quarrels would soon turn into late-night talks about their home, their tiny garden, and the quiet love that grows between them - as Devika loves, and Arvind loves what Devika loves.