Warning 18+
She had been pacing around the entire house since she found out about the 45 days lockdown that was implied on everyone. Nervous, she was sure that she would lose her boring job too. Speaking of a boring job, she had completely forgotten about the last presentation that she had literally wasted all her afternoon to make but that one stupid news that telecasted on the news channels that day really sent her heart for a toss right there.
" It's just like the fucking demonization time," she mumbled in her mouth as she tapped her phone on her hands. Could she call her parents? Uh... They would have been freaking out too... No. It was better that she let them settle down first into the situation and then call them. What else could she do? Nothing? Well. Nothing was what she was going to do when the doorbell rang.
Confused, the worried girl opened the door only to find balloons in her face. Like, literally.
" SURPRISE!"
" Huh?" she was confused as fuck at that moment.
" Suha. Quick. Get the bag because we are gonna PARTY!!!"
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Pari is just an ordinary, dorky, introverted, lonely girl who has zero chances of meeting any guy because she never leaves her home. Also, she is almost always jobless and currently lives off of her wealthy father's money and PRIVACY is her favorite word in the entire world.
Well, as fate has it, her life just went bonkers after the dashing young IT tech owner, Sohit, from Bengaluru who knows nothing about privacy, came knocking on her doorstep.
But, it's lockdown season and love is just in the air; ALONG WITH CORONA; and she really doesn't have any other choice than to let him stay.
Ensue in this rocky rom-com of a goal-oriented, family man and this introverted, self-absorbed dork.
(A bollywood musical story)
Italian CEO × Desi Girl
Enemies to lovers (major trope)
#5-Billionairelove-05/08/25
She was never meant to marry him.
They weren't poles apart, they were custom apart. Not by distance, but by 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.
𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮, of Indian origin, was born and raised in Italy. Her heart beats for chai, not coffee. Her manners were stuck to desi, her traditions rooted in another land. She spoke both Hindi and Italian, but there was still something her parents never told her. A secret she uncovered too late.
He hated her. Hated seeing her, hearing her, even speaking to her. The marriage was just an arrangement and nothing more for him. But when his sharp glares turned into lingering stares, he knew something had shifted. She had quietly made a place into his mind and heart.
He didn't know what a saree was, or what made chai so special but sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, watching his wife draped in simple cotton sarees, somehow became his routine.
He didn't know what vermilion meant but when he caught himself smiling every time he saw it on her forehead, he realized something different and beautiful at once:
He was falling in love.
With his wife.
With 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮
"𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨."