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The morning sun cast a golden glow over the Demir mansion as Ayesha stepped out of her room, dressed in a soft pastel salwar suit. Today, she was going shopping with her mother-in-law, Leyla, and Emir’s younger sister, Deniz.
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She was everything he never dared to ask for. He was everything she was too shy to dream of. Anjali Hooda, a gentle-hearted village girl, is married into the powerful Chaudhary household, bound to a man known more for his silence than his warmth. Raghuvender never believed love was meant for him—until she arrived. With every glance, every unspoken word, and every quiet moment, their story begins to unfold… slow, tender, and deep. In a world where feelings are hidden behind duty and silence, will her presence give voice to the wish he never spoke aloud?
The story is set in 1990s Vikrant Hooda 23 year old sarpanch of the village He is dangerous and has dark aura. He respects his parents a lot. He is desciplined with his younger siblings. Doesn't believe in love and marriage. Samaira 18 year old bubbly and childish girl She is very stubborn and talkitive and bold. She believes in true love. She is the daughter of sarpanch from another village. Her father is friends with vikramt's father. What will happen when these two opposite characters will be arranged into a union called Marriage? This story is 18+ readers discretion is advised. It contains miscarriage and sexual content. Read only if you are comfortable. And don't report my story.
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