Flirting King
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Last published Wed, Feb 11, 2026
🌸 Sick Leave, Rishta & HR Trouble
Arranged Marriage x Workplace Romance | Emotional | Flirty | Family Drama
Description:
I faked a sick leave to skip work.
Just one day off - to meet a rishta.
No big deal.
Until I walked into the living room with a tea tray...
and saw my team lead sitting on the sofa.
The same senior developer I'd emailed the day before, claiming I had a fever.
He looked at me, sipped his tea, and said - loud enough for both families to hear:
"Aren't you supposed to be sick?"
I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.
But it only got worse.
We were sent to the terrace to "get to know each other."
He leaned back against the railing, arms folded, eyes smug.
"So... you don't wake up for morning stand-up meetings, but for a rishta, you're glowing by 10 AM?"
I glared. He grinned.
"Careful," he whispered, stepping closer. "I might just say yes... and hold this sick-leave secret forever."
My stomach flipped.
I hated him.
I wanted him to say more.
But just when I started to believe this might be something real -
his family spoke.
> "She's not fair enough."
"Too average."
"Not at his level - in looks, or career."
Now I'm stuck between a man who makes me blush and burn,
and a family who says I'm not enough.
And I don't know what scares me more -
losing my chance at love... or losing myself to fit in.
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A slow-burn arranged marriage romance full of tension, teasing, stolen glances, and one girl learning to fight for her worth - even when love gets complicated.
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Twenty-four-year-old Kashvi Acharya doesn't want to get married. Especially when she's at the turning point of her career. She wants to work, progress her career and build a life for herself beyond the confines of home and kitchen- unlike the women in her family. Definitely no marriage in her plans right now. Unfortunately, her conservative family didn't get the memo. Now Kashvi finds herself in a dilemma, be the obedient daughter that she always has been and marry the handsome stranger who fascinates and scares her at the same time... or run away to her freedom. Just so you know, latter option comes with a certain jilted groom who might be out for a revenge. ***** Excerpt: "Antarang," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I'm sorry I hurt you." My words shattered the moment. The Rage and hatred in his eyes were back. My heart clenched. His grip on me tightened, almost hurting me and grounding me in a reality I didn't want to face. "Princess," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. The once-affectionate pet name now sounded like a curse, and I hated the way it made me feel-ashamed, broken. "Your sorry doesn't mean shit. You made your choice and now it's time to pay for it." Before I could respond, before I could process his words, he released me. My knees buckled slightly, and I pressed against the wall for support, trying to catch my breath. By the time I looked up, Antarang was already gone. *****
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