❝ They married as strangers. Shared a room. And slowly... they became each other's home. ❞ Anaya wears sarees and bakes the kind of cakes that taste like memories. Vihaan codes in sweatpants and hoodies, loves silence, and blushes when she flirts. They didn't choose love. They chose marriage - quiet, arranged, and unfamiliar. But between shared blankets, lingering touches, chai in the morning, and midnight whispers... something soft begins to bloom. This is not a love story that starts with sparks. It starts with burnt toast, shy glances, and a hoodie left on her side of the bed.

Page 1- How do most of the romance movies start? Probably with the 'SWEET' girl giggling and smiling showing off her soft personality. That doesn't mean I'm sour or some hard girl just because my story literally starts with the bride jumping off the window. Or worse? That too with the groom! Oh well, Why the hell am I even comparing my trailer sized life with a movie? Moreover, Romance in my life? NAHHH! ~ "You want me to kiss you here, infront of everyone, sweetheart? Is that how much I've spoiled you?"

Separated by distance united by hearts. But what happens when time leaves insecurities etched on hearts? A couple try to rekindle love that they once had. Will they be successful and sail their marriage through the storms life puts their way? • Stand Alone • For a longer description read the prologue. Started : 1st September 2018 Completed : 20th November 2018 © anamika_writes

Khanak was a happy go lucky girl, for whom family life was everything. Hriday was a corporate guy for whom work and ethics were everything. And their lives got upside down when they both got into an arranged marriage.

A text exchange between Adira, who wanted to give updates about her crush to her best friend, but ended up texting Laksh instead.

[𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒, 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓-𝟐𝟔] Disha was a housewife, until she decided she could be more than that. And her husband, Arsh couldn't be more proud of her.

Where Daksh and Avni, two strangers in marriage, try to find a path to love in the mist of awkwardness and stolen glances.

ONC2026 Entry. Sidharth is Parvathy's safe place. He's her best friend, her winter comfort, and the one person who makes Canada feel like home. But he's also off-limits, dating someone else and firmly placed in the "friend zone" to protect her heart. When her mother introduces her to Jithin, a stable, kind potential groom, Parvathy agrees to give him a chance. It's what her family wants. And maybe, just maybe, it will finally help her move on. But dating Jithin doesn't erase her feelings for Sidharth. And when Sidharth's relationship starts to fall apart, the careful boundaries of their friendship begin to blur. Caught between keeping everyone happy and following her heart, Parvathy has to decide: Will she stay safe in the life others chose for her? Or risk everything for the love she's been hiding all along? Tropes: Friends to Lovers | Slow Burn | Unrequited Love

When a kind-hearted, slightly messy, mostly sassy woman meets someone opposite to her, what can be the consequences? A friendship as deep as the Pacific Ocean, but turbulent in ways even she cannot understand? or A friend who is more than her own life? Does she realise not every what-if, seasons define what we want, and sometimes we need to just go with the flow and trust the process? Meet Tejas Chadda, best friend of Miss Megha, whose life is filled with many events, one among them is taking care of his one and only woman. Whereas his best friend, Megha, might appear as bright as her colour palette, but the moment she tries to paint his life, all she can see is her inability to blend with his colours. Will she overcome what feels like a normal problem, or will Megha keep on testing the waters? Find out what Tejas means to Megha and how she transforms her life with seasons of consequences. Happy Reading, Everyone!

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌