Until You Felt Like Home

Until You Felt Like Home

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Two families. One arranged marriage. And a love story neither of them saw coming. Aditi Roy has always been the kind of person who fills every room she enters. Fiercely independent, outspoken, and unafraid to speak her mind, she has spent her life believing that love should be felt loudly and lived boldly. Aniket Roy is everything she is not. Reserved, gentle, and quietly dependable, he is a man who has never needed to be the centre of attention. While others compete to be heard, Aniket finds comfort in silence, carrying the weight of responsibilities with a patience that often goes unnoticed. When circumstances bring them together in an arranged marriage, Aditi finds herself stepping into a life far different from the one she imagined. In a home where every expense is carefully considered, where family ties run deep, and where love is rarely spoken but often shown, she struggles to find her place beside a husband she cannot seem to understand. The more she tries to define him, the more he surprises her. Because not all strength announces itself. Not all love arrives with certainty. And not every home is built with walls and a roof. Sometimes, home is a person. A familiar presence at the end of a difficult day. A quiet reassurance in moments of chaos. A hand that never lets go, even when the world feels uncertain. Until You Felt Like Home is a heartfelt story of two ordinary people, a marriage born from tradition, and a journey that unfolds in the spaces between words, where understanding grows, hearts soften, and love finds its way when it is least expected. "She thought he was too quiet. He thought she was too loud. Somewhere in between, they became everything the other never knew they needed." ❤️ The chapters will be updated from 15th July onwards.
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The hospital cafeteria smelled of filter coffee and formalin-a strange blend of comfort and sterility. Arjun Mehta sat across from Dr. Rajiv Kapoor, a quiet plate of idli untouched between them. "You're not eating," Rajiv observed mildly, lifting his steaming cup of coffee. "I'm not hungry," Arjun murmured, eyes fixed on the glow of his phone. His inbox was a blur of surgery requests, follow-up reports, and urgent messages. Rajiv set his cup down and leaned back, studying the young man who had once been his brightest student. "Arjun," he said quietly, "you've always wanted to pay me back for my guidance and support, haven't you?" Arjun looked up at him, surprised, but his answer was immediate. "Of course, sir. If not for you, I wouldn't even be a doctor today." Rajiv's smile deepened, touched with both warmth and mischief. "Then marry my daughter, Anahita." The surgeon's fingers stilled mid-scroll. Silence stretched between them. "Excuse me?" Rajiv chuckled softly. "I'm not dying, don't worry. No melodrama. No pressure. Just... a wish. I believe you'd take care of her the way you take care of your patients-quietly, but completely." Arjun opened his mouth, closed it again. He had never been in love, never even tried. His life was held together by long shifts and steel discipline. But Rajiv Kapoor was not just a mentor-he was the man who had shaped his very being. Two weeks later, in a simple ceremony attended only by close family, Arjun Mehta married Anahita Kapoor. He did not promise her love. He promised presence. He promised respect. And in the quiet days that followed, under one roof, their story began-not with fireworks, but with the slow, steady bloom of trust.

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