Srishti
The Wife Who Refused to Love… Until She Did”... arranged marriage.... 💘🤭
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Srishti never wanted this marriage, and she made sure it showed from the very beginning.
Don’t expect anything from me. This marriage means nothing,she said coldly on the first night. only replied,
You don’t have to force anything. Take your time.His calmness irritated her more than anger ever could. Days turned into weeks, and she remained distant—ignoring him, avoiding conversations, rejecting every effort, treating him like a stranger. But he never changed. He quietly took care of everything, noticing the smallest things, ensuring her comfort without ever forcing himself into her space, and that silent consistency unsettled her. Then she fell sick. She tried to ignore it, but her body gave in. When she woke up, he was there, taking care of her.
I don’t need your help,she muttered, but he simply said,
I know. I’m still going to take care of you.Even when she whispered,
I hate you,he just replied softly,
Drink this first. U can hate me laterOne night, she asked,
Why are you doing this?and he answered,
Because you’re my wife.After she recovered, something changed. She noticed him more, and it scared her.
I don’t love him,she told herself, but it didn’t feel true. She recovered and I started going back to my usual routine like nothing changed. One evening, she found herself waiting for him. When he came from office.
You didn’t have to stay,she said.
I know.
Then why?
Because I wanted to.Her heart raced.
Don’t misunderstand. I don’t love you,she said quickly. After a pause, he replied,
I know.That should have felt like a victory, but it didn’t. That night, touching her forehead, she whispered staring at the ceiling,
…Idiot, How is he So...so...cutely adorable..fuck...I hate him....but this time there was no anger—only a love she refused to admit. She stired and looked at me sleeping beside her peacefully
