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She stepped into the marriage with quiet hope. ββββ’~βα―½β~β’βββββββ’~βα―½β~β’ Raghav Malhotra-an IAS officer known for his calm authority and silent integrity-never believed marriage needed love at first sight. For him, commitment was enough. Siya Tripathi didn't dream of grand romance either. She believed in patience, respect, and the kind of love that grows slowly-without demands. Their marriage was arranged. No dramatic promises. No instant emotions. Just two strangers bound by families... and destined to discover each other. Between government files and unspoken feelings, Raghav learns that strength can be gentle. And siya realizes that sometimes, love arrives not as passion-but as peace. A soft, slow-burn arranged marriage romance where love isn't forced... it's chosen. Noteβ Updates weekly/ No cheating /



She fell first. She fell harder. Then, she fell even harder. "Amaal, he's married!" my best friend Fatima shouted at me. I met her gaze, unfazed. "I know, Fatima." Her brows furrowed as she gripped my hand. "How can you love him? This happened four years ago! He's married now, Amaal. He has a one-year-old daughter. And if you really want him... you have to leave Kashmir." I stood up, my voice unwavering. "I'm not going anywhere. Kashmir is my home." Fatima's hand rested on my shoulder. "You have to go to Delhi for him. You know that, right?" The moment she said *Delhi*, my hands and legs trembled. My breaths grew ragged, my voice barely a whisper. "I will never go to Delhi." Tears spilled down my cheeks as I bolted to my room, locking myself inside. Behind me, Fatima's voice broke through my panic. "Amaal, it's okay. You're not going to Delhi. Please, calm down!" But how could I? Because *Delhi* wasn't just a place. It was a past I never wanted to return to.

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