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I'm Only Yours
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Ongoing, First published Sep 22, 2023
Mature
Nanon a hopeless romantic boy dream's to do love marriage since his childhood but his father arranged his marriage with a boy name Ohm. He have no other choice but to accept his father's decision.

Ohm engineering graduated boy agrees to do arranged marriage with a person he never met before because he made an promise with his mom.

Both Ohm & Nanon are strangers to each other. They are doing this marriage without their will.

What do you think? Will they both accept each other? And live their life's happily? Or Ohm's untold traumatic past will break their relationship?

*This story based on the movie. It's a BL version of it.*
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