BRIDE SERIES 2 message. Three words. Sent to the wrong number. She did not know. He did not tell her. But he replied. Some people enter your life so quietly that you do not realise, until much later, that they have changed the shape of it entirely. Long before you understand what love is supposed to look like. Long before heartbreak teaches you how carefully the heart learns to protect itself. Long before you realise that the deepest kinds of love are not always the loudest ones. Some people simply see you once and never stop. She stepped into his world believing she was beginning again. A new job. A new routine. A life moving forward after everything she had spent years trying to leave behind. What she did not know was that she had already lived in his memory for far longer than she could imagine. For him, she had never been a passing thought. Never a schoolgirl blurred by time or distance or adulthood. She had remained exactly what she had always been - the quiet ache he had carried into every version of the life he built without her. And he had built a life large enough to hide that ache well. A crown. An empire. A name the world respected before it ever understood. Yet none of it had been enough to make him forget her. What begins with a wrong number becomes something far more dangerous than either of them is prepared for a closeness built in silence, a marriage wrapped in secrets, and a love that returns not gently, but all at once. Because some truths arrive too late. Some silences cost too much. And some people, no matter how far life carries them, are never truly lost to you. Yours, Rana Sa is a story of quiet longing, unspoken love, hidden truths, and the kind of bond that survives years, distance, and everything left unsaid. A story about what happens when the person you were always meant to find... has been waiting for you all along. MATURE CONTENT 18+ SLOW UPDATES

THE BRIDE SERIES 1 Nilakuzhali never imagined her wedding would begin the way it did. A village schoolteacher who believed marriage should feel steady. Honest. Safe. A man who would speak the truth. A house where she wouldn't feel like an outsider. What she got was none of that. _______________ Kartavyan Pandiyan returned from IIM Ahmedabad carrying an MBA and a silence nobody in his family questioned. Heir to the most powerful name across eight villages in Madurai. Disciplined. Controlled. Completely closed. He stopped believing in love a long time ago. A priest's prophecy and wounded family pride led him to make the most irreversible decision of his life and now he shares a house with a woman too angry to stay quiet and too stubborn to disappear. "You don't see me," she says one night, voice tight, eyes burning. "I am not a problem you solved by putting a thali around my neck. I am a person. I had a life. I had a future. And you took it like it meant nothing." "I know and I don't care" "Then why don't you leave me?" "Because leaving you is not beneficial to anyone." ____________ "I need to tell you something," he says one evening. "I know this didn't begin right. I know I don't deserve easy forgiveness. I know there are things between us that will take longer than I want them to." A pause. His jaw tightens slightly. "But I need you to know there is no version of my life anymore where you are not in it. Not because of a prophecy. Not because of my family." His eyes find hers and stay. "Because of you. Only you." "Don't make me regret believing you." She says "I won't, kuzhal" he says. ___________________ Some beginnings are unforgivable. Some endings make you grateful for them anyway. This story is not easy at the beginning. I want you to know that going in. The beginning will make you uncomfortable. So I am asking you to give this story a chance. Stay with them. I promise it's worth it. Mature content 18+ With love, Aadiya 🖤

HIS SERIES 2 ARRANGED MARRIAGE "You will marry him, Dithya. No more discussion. I just want to get rid of you from here. Tomorrow, the marriage will happen. Be ready... or else you know what I'll do." My stepmother's voice was cold as she pushed me down to the floor. "Mam, please... don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you say, but not this. Please, Mam... I beg you." I clutched at her legs desperately, tears blurring my vision. But she shook me off with disgust and walked away, leaving me crumpled on the ground. "Why, Amma? Why did you leave me with these people?" I whispered into the darkness, hugging myself. "Take me with you, Amma. I can't live like this anymore..." --- "Dithya..." An old man in his eighties sat in a grand ancestral house, holding a worn photograph of a teenage girl. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek as he traced her face with trembling fingers. "You are the goddess of this house. I will bring you here... I will make you my Abhi's wife." His voice broke, but determination shone in his eyes. --- "Marriage? Now?" Abhimanyu's voice thundered in the hall. "I will not marry anyone." His eyes were sharp, his jaw clenched as he glared at his parents. --- Diya (Dithya) - shy, introverted, and afraid to talk to new people. She secretly dreams of her prince charming, someone who will love her unconditionally and protect her fragile heart. Abhimanyu - angry, arrogant, quick to lose his temper. But behind his tough exterior, he is deeply soft and protective toward the few people he loves. His heart still waits for the mysterious girl who once saved his life. ________________________________ Southindian arranged marriage [Telugu Based] Tropes: Arranged marriage She feel first and he fell harder Student×student Ceo×student Loveaftermarriage Cousins Mystery WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Don't copy my work. Let's get into the story to know the journey of Abhiya (Abhimanyu-dithya). Vote . comment . Follow