"Even though we are Arranged, yet i am so much in love with my Fiance. I just hope the feeling is mutual" Hello lovely readers, I am back with a new story with a topic which is basically the truth of our culture ie: Arranged Marriage This story revolves around a couple who happened to be tied in the holy knot of marriage by their families. Atharva Avni Singhania is 25years old family guy. He is very handsome, rich and the CEO of the Avni empires yet he is humble hearted. He is surrounded by a big fat crazy indian family but somewhere he is still alone and longs for love and care as his parents left him at a very tender age. Namrata Joshi is 22years old and is an epitome of beauty. There was a time when she was full confident that Love exists in our times...but then She fell in love with the wrong person and now is left heart broken. And now she is persuaded by her parents to get settled in an arranged marriage. And the supposed groom is none other than Atharva. Will their destiny reach out for each other or will they find true love in this arranged marriage.? Is the concept of Arrange Marriage really thought through in our society? Is it worth it to take our chances with Arrange Marriage in our time? Find out more in this light hearted journey of Arrange Marriage. I have weaved the story from the very first procedures that follow Arrange Marriage in our country. Hopefully you will feel connected with the story line.

How many crushes did you have since you were a kid? Some at school, some at workplace, some dated, some blind date ones.... Let's go through the life story of Kuhu and enjoy her adventures with her crushes... (No emotional melodrama. Just positivity and smiles)

Excuse me!? .. What? Marriage? What marriage are you talking about?" I shouted. Shreya, you are being called. You start in exactly 1.5 minutes. Hurry up!" shouted Rahul, my colleague. Without thinking I started running out of my room and like a klutz I am, was about to fall down when a strong pair of arms caught me. He helped me stand properly. "Aree you all right?" He asked. " Yes" I replied promptly. "I'm Kabir." He said extending an arm towards me. "And I'm late" I shouted and ran to the PR. I heard some chuckles. . . . . . . . Shreya Kashyap- She is a 24 years old Reporter. She loves her job and is dedicated to it wholeheartedly. She works in a reputed news channel. She is very confident and sarcasm drips off her tongue. She is her daddy's little girl and the centre of her brothers existence. She has been single is all the 24 years of her existence. Though she has a vast friend circle, her best friend is Anika, who is a reporter too. They both work in the same organisation and have known each other since they were is diapers. Kabir Rathore- He is 27 year old CEO of his own company. He has a very powerful aura around him and he loves his family and can do anything for them. He is a man of less words. He is his mummy's boy. He has many acquaintances but one best friend Dhruv Singhania who is the CFO of Kabir's company. He avoids the topic of marriage like plaque.

" Mumma, I am eighteen right now. I've not even started my college and you want me to get married to man who is six years older! This is not fair." I shouted, exasperated. " Swara, your sister has betrayed all of us and has run away from her own wedding. All the guests are waiting for the bride to come out. You know your grandfather's medical condition . He will not be able to take any shock right now and you if you don't go out, his hard earned reputation will get tainted and he may not be able to absorb this shock." Mumma tried to reason. " What about Aditya....? I call him jiju (brother in law) for god's sake maa!" I exclaimed. " He will be okay with this marriage." Amrita aunty said, entering the room. " Mumma...this is going to spoil three lives." I tried, talking sense. " Swara, beta please do this for both of the families." Aunty said, folding her hands in front of me. " I need to talk to him first." I demaded to which both of them obliged and within next five minutes, my so called jiju was standing in front of me. " I tried to reason out with them. Turns out they did not understand. Didi loves you. I think she must have been forced to take this decision." I said, defending Kritika di. " Forced? Her letter clearly states otherwise." He spoke with so much hatred in his voice. I kept quiet. " Get dressed and come to the mandap (pavilion)" He said and left the room, banging the door on his way. " Thank you so much ganpati bappa (god) for throwing me in this mess." I muttered and without an option, started getting ready. God, what is going to happen with my life now!

Sana was eighteen when she had been properly introduced for the first time to Daanish Ahmed Ali, 22 years. And she developed an instant girly crush on him. Ten years later, working in London Sana gets an invite to her best friend's wedding where she meets Daanish once again. Does Sana still feel the same for him? Will a silly girly crush bloom into a romance? ..........