| WRONGLY, YOURS |

A single wrong digit. A conversation never meant to exist. And two hearts that answered anyway.

She was given a number with the promise of destiny. He was waiting for a message with the hope of forever. Neither checked twice.
Both replied.

"I never meant to fall... yet here I am, replying to your messages at midnight, smiling like a fool."

She doesn't know his name the way fate intended. He doesn't know her face the way families decide. Yet somehow, they know each other better than anyone else.

In a world where love is arranged, they found something unplanned.
Unfiltered.
Unasked for.

But In the real world, they passed each other like strangers-

"Ayee, chirkule, dur rehna!" Aadhira yelled, jabbing a finger in his direction like that would physically push him back.

Arhaan didn't move. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes flicking from her furious expression to the space she'd unknowingly closed between them. A slow smile tugged at his lips - the kind that said he was enjoying this way too much. "Madam, paas toh aap aa rahi hain," he said lightly, voice calm, almost amused.

Aadhira froze for half a second, realising she was standing closer than she meant to.
....

Some connections aren't written in kundlis, they're written in conversations that feel like home.

Every time fate tried to bring them closer, it arrived late.

Every truth waited for the wrong moment.

Every confession missed its turn.

Yet love kept finding its way back-in habits that felt familiar, in voices that stirred something unnamed, in a pull neither of them could explain.

Some stories aren't about meeting the right person. They're about surviving all the ways you fail to recognize them.

And maybe that's the most dangerous kind of love - the one that happens by mistake, but stays on purpose.

Wrongly, Yours
- a love story written in missed chances, and held together by fate.