They tied the knot in their childhood arranged by their families. The little hearts never knew the actual meaning of this bond called 'marriage' which was forced upon them in childhood.
As they grew older, their way of thinking changed, their mindset changed, their friendships changed. But their love? Will that remain the same, or will that too change with time?
Rudransh Rathore, an architect and Akshita Suryawanshi, a college student tied the knot in their childhood.
But a few months after the wedding, Rudransh was sent abroad for his studies but Akshita? She stayed back there because of their families' backward thinking about women.
Fifteen years have passed, yet Rudransh has not returned. Though she spent her days receiving the love of her in-laws and her own family, she never received her husband's love. Now, as he is about to return, will her husband accept her, or will they also get lost in the pages of memory like those childhood friends we once lost?
⋆𐙚₊ 𝐀 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋆𐙚₊
~𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐭!
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Prologue
"माझं तुझ्यावर प्रेम आहे."
Majha tujhyavar prem aahe.
"I'm in love with you," he said.
His voice was rough. Low.
And in Marathi-for the first time.
He never spoke in his mother tongue before.
But now... he did.
For me.
And in that moment, I didn't know whether to smile...
or shatter.
Was I supposed to feel happy?
Because all I felt was numb.
I couldn't believe this was real.
Not him. Not this moment.
It felt like a cruel, twisted fantasy.
No.
No, this can't be happening.
It's my birthday.
Maybe I drank too much.
Maybe I'm hallucinating.
Or maybe... he's playing with me.
Again.
"You're not lying... right?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
My heart pounded like a warning siren.
This felt like a game.
A trap.
His expression didn't change-
but something in his eyes shifted.
Dark. Unreadable. Dangerous.
Why now?
Why me?
Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I hated that he saw them.
Because the truth is-
I don't know how to react to a man who once broke me...
now telling me he loves me.
Not when his love feels like poison-
sweet on the surface,
deadly underneath.
And yet, a part of me wanted to believe him.
Wanted to fall.
Even if I knew I'd be falling onto broken glass.
Because that's what his love is.
Beautiful. Addictive. Painful.
And now it's mine.
Whether I survive it or not...
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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩