Avanadhu Rani

Avanadhu Rani

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||Sarvam Krishnarpanam|| This story is a collection of oneshots and two shots on the CUTEST couple of Ponniyinselvan novel, Vanathi and Arulmozhivarman. These stories are the mixup of book and my imagination.
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He was a man of precision- sharp, silent, exact. She was a storm in silk- beautiful, calculated, and always one step away from ruin. ******************** Not all marriages are made in heaven. Some are carved in silence, stitched with secrets, and sealed in blood-red truths. Geeta Varadhan was raised to be flawless-poised, brilliant, and untouchable. As the youngest heir of a powerful empire and the president of a luxury hotel chain, she knows how to smile like a saint and strike like a storm. Her life is a lesson in restraint. Her choices, calculated. Her marriage? Just another move on a board she's been playing for years. Dev Chandrakanth is everything tradition adores-a gifted surgeon, the golden eldest son, the kind of man who commands a room with nothing but a glance. Effortlessly respectful. Impossibly charming. Dangerously unreadable. Their arranged marriage is picture-perfect. Too perfect. Behind the polished facades and whispered congratulations, something else pulses in the dark. A quiet war. A slow unraveling. A truth soaked in crimson, wrapped in ivory lies. Because in a house built on appearances, What happens when both bride and groom are hiding their own knives?

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