Tangled Vows | PART 1 |

Tangled Vows | PART 1 |

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Fiction
Romance
She was the spark he never saw coming. He was the calm before the storm she wasn't ready for. Atticus Frensby - sharp-minded, sharp-tongued, and heartbreak in a tailored suit. A ruthless businessman who lives by logic, control, and ironclad contracts. Love? Not part of the deal. Savannah Amble - grace in motion, a dancer rebuilding her life in New York. Still scarred from a past that stole her rhythm, she's sworn off love entirely. Then comes the unthinkable: A contract. An arranged marriage. One year. Strictly business. No strings. No feelings. No getting attached. But hearts don't follow rules. Glances linger. Walls crack. And between heated arguments and stolen silences, something real begins to bloom. They swore this wouldn't be a love story. But maybe the heart has its own agenda. This isn't about soulmates. It's about two people who never meant to need each other-until they did.
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Camera

My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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