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The Cricketer & The Healer
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  • Reads 1,540
  • Votes 143
  • Parts 34
  • Time 4h 55m
Complete, First published Sep 29
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Aarohi Sharma's life is anything but simple. At twenty-two, she's balancing her physiotherapy internship, caring for her ailing father, and fighting to prove herself in a world that never stops testing her. Marriage? That was never supposed to be part of the plan.

Tilak Verma, India's star cricketer, has only one focus: his game. At twenty-eight, he's worked too hard to let anything derail his career, least of all a marriage he never asked for.

But fate doesn't play by their rules.
When Aarohi is assigned to his team as a physiotherapist, neither of them knows their destiny has already tied their futures together in an arranged marriage.

He wants freedom.
She wants time.
Both want nothing to do with each other.

Yet, in the push and pull of stolen glances, heated arguments, and unexpected tenderness, they'll find that sometimes love isn't chosen... It's destined.
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