A Secret Diary

A Secret Diary

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The love diaries book 4...... Arohi × Yunay. Part I [ College Romance He fell first, and she fell harder Junior × Senior Hidden Identity ] Arohi : Do you even love me ? Yunay : Koi shaq ? ( Any doubt? ) Part II [ Best-friend's Brother He fell harder 2nd chance Mmc groveling Author × Businessman ] Arohi : Did you ever love me ? Yunay: Never doubt my love for you, Ruhi. Arohi Oberoi. Arohi was always surrounded by people who were either in love or who acted to be in love. She always wanted to know how exactly it feels like to be in love, to fall in love , and to be in a relationship. But faith wasn't on her side. She was left devastated by the person who claimed to love her. Yunay Malhotra. He fell for her the very the first time he met her. But he left her though he claimed he loved her. Did he really love her, or was it all a type of unwanted love? Note: All the characters in the novel are fictional they have nothing to do with reality. Also, English isn't my first language, so ignore if there's any grammatical mistake.
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(A bollywood musical story) Italian CEO × Desi Girl Enemies to lovers (major trope) #5-Billionairelove-05/08/25 She was never meant to marry him. They weren't poles apart, they were custom apart. Not by distance, but by 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮, of Indian origin, was born and raised in Italy. Her heart beats for chai, not coffee. Her manners were stuck to desi, her traditions rooted in another land. She spoke both Hindi and Italian, but there was still something her parents never told her. A secret she uncovered too late. He hated her. Hated seeing her, hearing her, even speaking to her. The marriage was just an arrangement and nothing more for him. But when his sharp glares turned into lingering stares, he knew something had shifted. She had quietly made a place into his mind and heart. He didn't know what a saree was, or what made chai so special but sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, watching his wife draped in simple cotton sarees, somehow became his routine. He didn't know what vermilion meant but when he caught himself smiling every time he saw it on her forehead, he realized something different and beautiful at once: He was falling in love. With his wife. With 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮 "𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨."

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