She Is Mine. My Wife

She Is Mine. My Wife

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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
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🌸 The wedding drums still echoed in her ears, even after the guests had left and the house had sunk into silence. Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, her red bangles clinking softly as she folded her trembling hands in her lap. This was the moment she had dreamed of since childhood-the beginning of a new life, a partner who would hold her close, a home built on laughter and trust. But reality stood in sharp contrast. Across the room, Arjun loosened his tie with visible frustration, his face drawn with an exhaustion that wasn't from the rituals but from something deeper-resistance. He hadn't looked at her the entire evening except when duty forced him to. His voice, when he finally spoke, was clipped and cold, a knife to her fragile hopes. "This marriage..." he said quietly, almost to himself, "was never my choice." The words sank into her heart like stones, shattering the fragile castles she had built in her imagination. Ananya lowered her gaze, tears pricking her eyes, but she swallowed them down. Crying wouldn't change the truth. She was an introvert who had never asked for much-only a life where love bloomed slowly but surely. Yet here she was, bound in a relationship where love seemed like a distant mirage. He was a man carrying his own scars, his own chains, and she was caught in the storm of his unwillingness. In that quiet room, between two strangers joined by force, a journey began. A journey that would test patience, break walls, and question what it really meant to choose someone-not with words, but with the heart. And though neither of them knew it yet, what started as a forced bond would one day turn into a choice that would redefine them both. --- 🐚🦑🪷

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