MaitreyeeMohanty

This is a very unique take on our favorite couple Anidita. Alag he yet ot will give pura og Barrister vibes.Make u feel nostalgic yet it completely different than others stories u have hone through.Ek lag perspective he yanha.Ek behad khobsurat aur kafi sundar book hai written by Anuradha Sengupta.Guys  please give it a try.I am sure u will love it. Link is given below
          	https://www.wattpad.com/story/393480689-chains-of-silence-wings-of-hope

MaitreyeeMohanty

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Nirvikawrites

Hello 
          Are you interested in reading a book written by a Telugu author?
          
          A reluctant bride, a wounded heart, and a calm man who chooses patience over possession. 
          Married for convenience after being sacrificed twice for her family’s greed, she enters a third marriage carrying scars no one sees. He offers safety, respect, and quiet devotion—without knowing her past.
          
          This is a slow-burn tale of arranged marriage, emotional healing, and a love that waits… asking only one question:
          Can a heart that survived sacrifice finally choose happiness? ✨
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/402430920?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Nirvikawrites

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The room was divided.
          
          Bondita pressed her lips together, torn between amusement and propriety. Anirudh’s brows arched, as if silently questioning Aarohi’s audacity. Batuk chuckled quietly, while Somnath … somnath simply stared, bewildered and fascinated.
          
          For Aarohi, heat rushed to her cheeks. Shit. They probably think I’m parading around half-naked. Great job, Aarohi. Fashion crime of the century.
          
          Bondita finally broke the silence, her tone gentle yet firm. “Aarohi, perhaps tomorrow we shall arrange proper attire for you. Tonight… let us eat.”
          
          Kaka huffed but stayed silent. Shubhra quietly served more food, diffusing the tension. The clatter of plates slowly replaced the awkwardness.
          
          Aarohi sat down, muttering to herself, “At least the food hasn’t time-traveled. Thank God for Bengali cuisine.”
          
          The night wore on. Between nervous laughter, curious glances, and sharp stares, one truth settled in the Roy Chaudhary Mansion —
          
          Aarohi was no longer just a guest. She was becoming part of their story.
          
          And destiny had only just begun its game.
          
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           End of Chapter 5:- The embrace of destiny