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Mixed And Mingled
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Ongoing, First published Jul 10, 2022
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Meera is an Indian woman, who is flying away for the first time, just to get married, that too, to a complete stranger. she is a woman of great caliber and secret identity. sharp-witted, reserved, and smart, Meera is the definition of bold and brainy. she has decided to enter this marriage with no expectations and a contract that suits her and the husband.

Adrian Miller is a rich hotshot, with the world at his feet. He is a complete workaholic and considers practicality his best trait. this is why he has agreed to marry someone he has never even met, just so he could deal with the marriage pressure once and for all.  He is uninterested and oblivious to everything that is this girl because he couldn't care less.

but sparks fly when they encounter each other on more than one occasion and start finding it rather hard to ignore the growing affection. 

and as they say, life often has better plans for you, and so it does for this mismatched couple, who might just become mixed and mingled.
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Fated Love~ A love that Defies Destiny

43 parts Ongoing

Each step, each round of the holy fire, led Meera and Shreyansh into a life they never expected, never planned, and never even imagined. Once strangers with separate paths, their lives were now intricately tangled, bound by fate's unpredictable design. "Now, fill the partition with vermillion on the bride's head," the priest announced. Shreyansh pinched some vermillion between his fingers. As an elderly lady unveiled Meera, Shreyansh's gaze fell upon her tear-streaked face. Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if shielding herself from the harsh reality unfolding around her. With a heavy heart, Shreyansh filled her partition with the sacred red powder, some of it falling onto the bridge of her nose. "Aaj se aap dono pati patni hai, vivaah sampurn hua," the priest proclaimed, declaring them husband and wife. A wedding is supposed to be a joyous celebration, a sacred union filled with love and affection, the beginning of two lives intertwined in harmony. Yet, their wedding felt like a solemn ceremony devoid of joy. No music, no laughter, no celebration. Shreyansh stood up from the mandap and walked away, leaving Meera sitting there, still covered by her veil. Her fingers fidgeted with a pendant, the name "Vikram" etched into it. A fresh wave of tears cascaded down her cheeks as she caressed the initial of Vikram's name. Unable to hold back her anguish, she whispered his name, "Vikram," before her body gave in to the overwhelming emotions and she fell unconscious.