An arranged marriage story of two smart people from Hyderabad.
Karthik is working in a renowned position in the INTEL Bangalore branch, smart, close with people who are close to him, and most ruthless in his office. He would love someone beyond any limit. Not even a chance of Love for him. He is an extrovert. He craves for something else, more than Love. An understanding. A connection. A feeling. ✯
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"so you were thinking about me right?"
"We are not engaged, oh right we aren't even known people, so who are you miss?"
"It's my duty"
"Please forgive me, I won't loose you ever"
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Vennela is the most hard-working Architect. She is a charmer, soft-spoken, and a kind-natured woman. She loses when it comes to Love. Her most traumatized situation and her fast marriage made her swim across the river of overthinking and knots. But when Karthik comes to know about her, and about her past...... ✯
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" I am sorry too, but it's time for me to go"
"I have nothing to say, you were my choice of course but it would've been better after an year"
"It's not okay, but it's okay"
"I think we will make it work"
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Disclaimer: However a lot of parts in this story are in Telugu, but anyhow I have provided translation to every word and sentence. I didn't want any person in this world to feel it foreign. I have used Hindi, and Kannada too. For Hindi, I didn't provide any translation. For Kannada, I did provide. So I hope you all have a happy reading.
People often believe that I'm lovely. That I'm the nice one.
I'm not.
My name is Professor Elizabeth Caine, the Remembrance of the Dead, and what parts of me are left Time Lord instead of just a computer are far from lovely. You see, my life never allowed me to keep these parts of myself, because between my husband beating me to the point of miscarriage, my brother regularly blowing up the universe and all the constant strays he brings home, I have had to pick away anything fragile to the point I am as cold and as hard as the Matrix that I was once a part of.
If I wanted to, I could make you stand before your greatest fear until your heart gave out from terror. Or balance on a tightrope when you've just spun around like a top. I could take whatever I wanted without a care and the only reason I don't is because I know it will upset my brother who did his best to teach me right from wrong.
I may not be lovely, but I am still Lost In Translation of changing the programming of who I was into who I am now. Let's see if this time I can work it out.