Historias de Modernindian

" I would never be a second choice to anyone. If I need to compete with someone else for your love, I would gladly make it easier for you by taking myself out of the equation. But why am I here, ready to be your backup bride ? " __________________________________________ Rajiv and Prerna ,the runaway couple promise to return to their family after four years. But, fate had other plans for them. They wound up in a police case and search for the perfect bride replacement. Aparna, Prena's younger sister jumps in to help the couple, agreeing to be in her sister's place and meet Rajiv's family. Everything goes well, till Shiva, Rajiv's brother starts digging the backstory of the imposter. Hop in for a South Indian story mixed with drama, romance and some non sense too, May not be a typical wattpad love story kinda relationship. #2 in South Indian - 31.3.2020 #1 in intercaste - 25.8.2020 #1 in South Indian - 9.4.2021 #1 in Profession - 9.8.2021

He already knew. He said nothing. That should have been the first warning. She met him at her cousin's wedding - unreadable, devastatingly composed, and dangerously handsome. The kind of man who made you feel like he was always thinking something he'd never say out loud. Then she came back to London. And walked straight into his hospital. Dr. Aaroh Seth - consultant cardiologist, professor, and the last person she expected to see standing at the head of her ward round. Now she's his resident. Seventy-hour weeks, impossible standards, and a man who questions everything - her decisions, her confidence, the careful distance she's trying very hard to maintain. He doesn't cross lines. He just stands at the edge of them, calm and immovable, and waits to see what she'll do. A slow burn medical romance. Emotionally heavy. Professionally complicated. Spicy. Some hearts don't break at once - they develop a crack little by little and you realise it when it's too late.

What is love? It's such a cliche thing to say, yet no-one has an answer that is close to right. Is it the gentle breeze that makes gets you refreshed on a bright Sunny day or is it the storm brewing in the pit of the stomach. Is it the genuine calmness in the heart so light with joy or the raw intense desire pulsing in your veins. Is it the answer to a puzzle or is it the puzzle itself. What can you do when you can't figure out what in this fucking world love is? You gotta fuck up a gazillion times until you figure it out. Namaste, bitches and Welcome to my love story.