๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ
๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ #๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข ๐๐ข๐ค๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ฏ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฃ He wasn't the boy her dreams were made of. She wasn't the girl his heart was waiting for. But fate never needed permission to begin a story. Nikhitha is fire wrapped in poise-sharp, ambitious, and fiercely independent. She never believed love could be arranged, let alone found in a living room full of expectations and filtered smiles. Prithviraj is calm chaos-collected, composed, and someone who speaks more with his silences than words. He didn't come looking for love either. Especially not in the form of a woman who challenges him without even trying. When two strangers from the same past cross paths again-this time, as prospects in an arranged marriage meeting-what begins as obligation slowly blurs into conversation, comfort... and maybe something more. They agree to take it slow. To "see where it goes." To let families believe what they want. But some truths can't be hidden. And some bonds, once formed, don't stay quiet. A connection neither of them expected. A decision both of them must make. Between tradition and choice, silence and surrender- Can something real bloom in the space between almost and always? "๐๐ป ๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐บ๐ถ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐โ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ๐๐ฒ๐น๐๐ฒ๐?"
