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Ongoing, First published Dec 25, 2023
Mature
Dhushyanth Reddy and Sita Cherukuri, on the surface, their similarities are endless; they are both the first-borns of affluent, wealthy, political families, they were both born and brought up in Hyderabad, they both studied in the UK for a while, they are both single, and the topic of their respective impending nuptials is of immense interest within high society. 

While Dhushyanth's family forces him to find a woman to be his wife to add credibility to his persona, Sita's father makes a laughing stock of her relationship status in the state assembly, of all places. 

Add to this, a media scandal, based on true events. 

The result:  A marriage between the two. 

A ride that shall be.
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