Arranged or love?

Arranged or love?

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Zubaida had a past and secrets. Zubaida was hurt and broken. Zubaida was not how she once was. All thanks to the man she liked, he crushed her dreams and happiness and left her to pick herself up and her broken heart. Somehow she had mended herself, had managed to hide her pain. But this didn't last long because on her graduation party her father announces his plans on her marriage. When she realises who he's chosen, Zubaida struggles to hide her pain and the secrets she's buried. It's her and her brothers' against the entire community, they resist the ultimatum of her marriage but it's in vain. She has to marry. So what do her brothers' do? Marry her of course, to a man whose loyalty should belong to her chosen husband but whose heart now belongs to her.
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💔 The First Kiss Was Goodbye 💔 She hated him without a word. He loved her without a chance. Tanvi and Rudra never spoke. Yet their silences screamed. She called him arrogant, unreadable - the boy she claimed to hate but couldn't ignore. He watched from afar, silently falling for the girl who was never his to love. When fate forced their paths to cross, sparks didn't fly - they smoldered. In glances. In tension. In the way his touch branded her skin like a secret. But love is never enough in a world ruled by silence, family, and sacrifice. She left with no goodbye. He broke without a sound. One kiss. Too late. Too full of everything they never said. This isn't a love story. It's a heartbreak that lingers, a slow burn that never dies. Because some souls don't move on... They wait.

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