THE ARRANGED HEARTS
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Ongoing, First published Feb 22
Mature
Rudra x Kavya

Two souls who do not believe in love are bounded in arrange marrige. Will they able to find LOVE in arrange marrige? 

Join the journey of two pure souls Rudra and Kavya. 

This is a journey of RUDRA RAJAWAT , a man written by a women and KAVYA SINGHANIA , Women in love. Thier love will bloom throughout the journey . You will laugh , cry , giggles and will feel butterflies in your stomach. This is a journey of pure devotion . A devotion of love. 

It's a slow burn romance. 

TROPES
Arrange Marriage
Each others first
Soft Romance
Love after Marriage 
Office Romance
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15 parts Ongoing Mature

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