Now, I know that a lot of people are going to skip this shit and dive right into the story cuz that's what I do too, in general but for the people who stopped by to read this, I appreciate you and am grateful.
There are a few points that I would like to address before I dive into the story.
1. I am, by no means a professional writer and this is my first story.
2. I love Indian couples and read a few really nice Indian stories before, but my thirst for this trope has not been properly satisfied so I thought, "Fine, I'll do it myself."
3. I am someone who is aware of and has mostly seen south Indian culture while growing up and now I'm trying to write a north Indian story, so forgive me but there will be more half-sarees than lehengas in this story but the remaining communication aspect will be in Hindi so you needn't worry that pretty head of yours.
4. I appreciate constructive criticism and people helping me correct my spelling mistakes or other shit but beware that I am not particularly fond of harsh criticism.
5. If you find that the story is not to your liking, then please kindly make a silent exit.
6. The story might be a little cringe but bear with me.
7. And last but not least, do not copy and publish the story of yours, if you do so then you are very much liable to legal consequences.
All the characters are mine originally.
The pictures or any media that I publish do not belong to me and are all sourced from Pinterest.
Thank you for reading and enjoy.
Btw, there is a prompt of the story in the next part which I couldn't add to the bio of the book.
YOU ARE READING
Not A Replacement
Romance... LEELA AMRIT RAJPUTANI A Strong and fiery girl that was sold by her greedy father to the highest bidder in her life. Growing Leela had always been taught how to mold herself to be the perfect obedient daughter-in-law to a traditional Indian house...
