This is the story of Ian an American boy who is struggling to find the love of his life until he met..
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Her soft cheek pressed against his, the warmth of her breath grazing the side of his neck. Her hair fell like a curtain around them, strands b...
Hridhaya always knew Karthick was bad for her blood pressure-grumpy, arrogant, and permanently stuck in rage mode. But when their families drop the ultimate MARRIAGE bomb and decide they should get married, she realizes she’s officially living in her worst nightmare.
HRIDHAYA: Marrying Karthick worser than to: ❌ Be buried under a mountain of cockroaches. ❌ Watch a three-hour TV serial in slow motion (with dramatic zoom-ins on everyone’s shocked face). ❌ That’s worse than being trapped in an elevator with a nosy auntie. ❌Worser than eating soggy panipuri all my life But no. Instead of living my peaceful, Karthick-free life, I’m now stuck in a wedding I never signed up for-with him, Mr Always Angry, cactus Karthick. The man who argues with me like it’s his full-time job.This isn’t a wedding. This is a hostage situation.
KARTHICK: If someone had told me I’d be married to Hridhaya, I would have laughed in their face. Or screamed. Or maybe jumped into a crocodile-infested river-less painful than this. I hate her Because marrying Hridhaya? ❌ Using a blunt razor on the face and ending up with battle scars. ❌ Worse than being stuck in a never-ending WhatsApp family group. ❌ Worse than getting stuck in traffic right before reaching home when you really need to pee. She’s bossy, loud, and has an answer for everything. And now? She’s my wife.This is not a marriage. This is a lifetime sentence.
The Real Problem? Between petty sabotage, accidental attraction, and a wedding they never asked for, their battle isn’t just about avoiding marriage anymore-it’s about surviving it. Because the more they fight, the closer they get... and the closer they get, the more dangerous this game becomes. Brace yourselves. This isn’t just a wedding. It’s an all out war.
Tropes Arranged marriage Forced proximity Enemies to lovers Billionaire North Indian X South Indian Grumpy X Sunshine Best friend’s brother Sassy heroine And a lot of banter
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“Mom, Naina will sit with me!” Emma declared proudly, as if announcing a royal decree.
“Okay, Emma…” Mom chuckled. “Naina, please sit here. I don’t think Emma will let anyone else near you.” Her tone carried that knowing mom-giggle.
Ian and Dad took their seats too, while Mom began serving food onto Naina’s plate.
“Ma’am, please… don’t bother. I can do it myself,” Naina said politely, glancing at Mom.
“No, no, Naina…” Mom smiled warmly. “You’re our guest. Let me take care of you.” Without waiting for a reply, she continued serving.
“Please start,” she said, finally settling into her own chair.
