Saifa: The Bride He Saved

Saifa: The Bride He Saved

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Arhaan leaned in, whispering, "Aap yeh shaadi nahi karna chahti?" (Don't you want to get married?) She shook her head. No. "Mana kardo." (Refuse them) She broke down harder. He didn't understand why, but then, Arhaan saw him. The groom. Middle-aged, maybe fifty. Dressed in sherwani, heavy-eyed, staring at the girl with a smile that made Arhaan's blood run cold. The girl shrank beside him like a dying flame. Arhaan's jaw clenched. Now the puzzle clicked. Of course she ran. What girl in her right mind would marry a man old enough to be her father? ----- A stormy night. A runaway bride. A split-second decision that changes everything. When their paths cross by chance, one act of courage sparks a chain of events neither saw coming, and a love neither of them was looking for. A tale of hearts colliding in the most unlikely storm. But, saving her was only the beginning. Dive into Saifa: The Bride He Saved and get lost in a love story that will keep you turning the pages. ✨ - Siya M
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