"You Can’t Hate Love" In high school, Preetah was consumed by thoughts of Arjun, the boy who stole her heart. Nights spent writing love letters—letters she never had the courage to show him—were the closest she came to confessing her feelings. But Arjun, raised by a strict father who drilled into him the importance of school over everything else, never saw her. To him, classmates were distractions, and Preetah was just another face in the crowd. Years later, Arjun has transformed into a dominant, self-absorbed alpha male—a wealthy, powerful figure whose only focus is his business, relationships—especially with women—are nothing more than a game to him. His father, convinced that marriage will tame his son’s reckless behavior, arranges a marriage for him with the girl who topped second after him in their high school rankings: Preetah. Now an ordinary teacher, Preetah thinks she’s about to marry the man of her dreams—the boy she once adored—but the reality is far from what she imagined. As Preetah’s dreams crash into the cold, hard truth, she finds herself torn between the past she clings to and the present she’s trapped in. Is there any chance the love she has for him can reignite the person Arjun used to be? Or will she be forced to choose between her dreams of a perfect love and the reality of who he’s become? ★Updates: every Friday at 12am UTC+2
View MoreArjunI woke up by the sting of a mosquito. I hissed in pain, watching it fly away. How the hell is there mosquitos in a hotel room? And this is supposed to be a five-star hotel? Unbelievable.I had to squint because of the bright light. I was going to cover my eyes with my hand but my hand stopped halfway to my face when I realized that I was laying on Preetah's chest. I frowned, did she watch me fall asleep or did she sleep before me? I lifted my body up a little and then looked down at her. She was fast asleep, her hair forming a silky layer over her pillow. Clearly she was used to mosquitos.I looked from her hair to her inviting lips. I couldn't resist the temptation to kiss them. She stayed asleep after the kiss, just turned her head to the other side, as if disturbed. I stayed looking at the side of her face, but only for a few seconds because she turned her whole body away. I stared at her bare back, which looked smooth and had the colour of carame
Arjun Loud drums pounced the air, accompanied by cheering and singing all the way to the wedding venue. If I had gotten at least 4 hours of sleep last night, all of this going on wouldn't have seemed like a commotion. But right now, I had a major headache, and I was feeling weak. Dean had woken me up so early this morning, passing me Dad's call. We then met up with Dad and shopped for everything we needed and made the arrangements that we did not know we needed to make until this morning. Everything felt so rushed and stressful. I felt like someone out of my own body, just being dragged everywhere and being told what to do and where to stand.As I rode the white horse to the wedding hall, the others followed, walking beside me. It was scorching hot, and I felt like a fish hung to dry up here. When we arrived, I got off the horse and dad and my other uncles prompted me to walk in front of the group. I was to lead when I had no clue what was going on. It was like atten
ArthaSince it had been last minute, brother could only get two empty seats next to each other, the other seat was right at the back. The loner seat was mine. “I can't even remember if I locked my door.” Dean was telling Arjun as we walked down the aisle, looking for our seats. “This is a one-way ticket, how long are we gonna stay for?” I was following behind them.“I don't know, D. Indian weddings are so complicated.” “I hope I switched off my stove.” D continued. Arjun groaned. “If you're going to complain all the way then go sit on Artha's seat.” “Or you go sit on Artha's seat.” He responded. “I don't want to have to hear you complain about how much you don't want to get married for 19 hours.” “Oh, my friend, I do want to get married now actually.” He answered as he moved into his seat. “Is that why you sent us last minute invitations?”“Would you have rather not been invited?”“They say that when someone invites you last minute, you shouldn’t accept the invitation because it
10h09 Preetah The atmosphere buzzed with laughter, chatter and warmth as the mehndi artist carefully applied the henna to my hands. My cousins and aunts were all around me, talking, making jokes, and often teasing me about becoming married. Although they had all disappeared when father had started falling ill, it was good to have all of them here today. It felt good having so many people that all just wanted to see me happy. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was part of a big happy family again. “Preetah, we heard females in the USA all work and forsake their duties as wives, please don't become like them.” Aisha, my youngest cousin said. She was the most talkative of her siblings, taking after aunt. She was also the most beautiful. She was short and chubby, with long curly hair that fell past her bum. She had a sharp nose and wore a nose ring. “My brother did not raise our Preetah like that, don't worry” Aunt told her. Our big family was all from aunt’s side, I was
Artha I watched Dean's smile fade a little when the rose trail led us to his bedroom. He took in the decoration: red ballons hugging the ceilings, their coiled strings hanging over us. He stepped to his side table and picked up the bottle of champagne, reading the label. “Nice...” He grinned. He picked up the gift bag from the bed and looked back at me, giving me a warm smile. “Can I open it?” I laughed at his politeness. “Yes, you may.” He pulled out the football jersey, smiling ear to ear. “Aw, man.” He walked to me and drew me into his arms. “I love you so much, man.” I just smiled, hugging him back tightly. Nothing brought me more joy than seeing how happy Dean looked at this very moment. I would go out of my way each time if it meant seeing this joy on his face. He kissed my temple and then hugged me again. “I love you, Artha-bear.” He said softly at the side of my face. His warm breath against my ear, made me feel fuzzy inside. He then placed his hands in my hair and mad
PreetahI had never been in a car like this before. It was so spacious inside it looked like one could live in here! The seats were all brown leather and felt smooth to touch. There was even a small screen facing my seat, highlighting the news.Mr Korana and I were sitting at the back.“Do you drink?” He asked me when the car started moving.“Alcohol?”“Yes.”“No, sir.” I shook my head.“Good. Neither do I.” He answered. “People in America drink a lot.”“Oh...” “I don't understand what they like about alcohol. All it does is make you lose yourself and act like a complete fool.” He added.I nodded.For the rest of the way, Mr Korana looked out of the window at the country he had left behind. The country had only gotten worse. There was more litter, the streets got busier and with nepotism, jobs were scarce. As Mr Korana looked upon the transformation of streets he walked and drove in, I thought about Arjun. A smile stole over my face. His long eyelashes, his cute pink lips, and his c
PreetahI paced around the classroom, my arms crossed over my chest, ensuring that I at least looked like I was aware of everything that was going on around me. In reality, my mind was very far away, focused on one thing; the payment notification I had received this morning. With having to pay for my bus fare for the month, groceries, other utilities and my father's chronic medication, the money would not be enough. Not even close. I let out a heavy sigh that I was not aware of until the students sitting close to me all turned to look at me. “Sorry.” I whispered, continuing my rounds. I stopped at Fatima's desk and looked down at her answers as she wrote. She had used the correct method but with the wrong numbers. Her answer was going to be wrong. The learner in front of her was only starting question 3 now and there was only 5 minutes left. These kids... I had told them to skip questions they didn't know so as to save time. I walked to the front of the class and leaned on the fro
February, 2027 Arjun When I heard a siren behind me, I quickly darted at the dashboard. I was going at 120 miles per hour. “Ahg...” I groaned. “These bloody number plates have really made me a target.” The lady next to me, whose name I had already forgotten, quickly looked back and then placed a palm on my right hand that was holding a bottle of whisky. She looked concerned but didn't say anything. I looked at the flashing blue lights in my rearview mirror and then pulled into the yellow lane and stopped. She looked like she wanted to say something but didn't have the confidence to. “What?” I asked her. “Uh...” She chuckled nervously. “Shouldn't we hide the alcohol?” “Put it in the back then.” I said passing her the bottle. She rushed to take it from me, causing some to spill on her white shirt and my hand. “Relax!” I told her and then sucked my teeth. “Sorry.” She grimaced and then put it on the floor of the backseat. She opened her purse, took out a tissue and wiped my han
Arjun “June exams are starting on Monday guys. You're writing maths first. Study and study hard. If you are good with maths now, you shouldn't struggle next year in grade 12. And if you ace your grade 12, your life is sorted for life.” Mr Kapoor was telling us. I've been sitting in this same seat for exactly one hour forty minutes now. Mr Kapoor is our admin teacher and maths teacher. We had a double maths period as the last two periods of the day which is 45 minutes each. And now we were 10 minutes into our admin period and then the bell would ring for us to go home. What I liked about Mr Kapoor is that he respected time. Whenever this would happen that we have to stay in his classroom because of two periods for maths and admin, he stopped teaching when the maths period was over. He didn't try to steal some extra time. But what Mr Kapoor was telling us now about studying, I already knew. I heard it almost every day from father. Besides, my study timetable was ready from the day we
February, 2016 Preetah “Finally,” Roshni leaned forward in her desk and nudged me on my shoulder. “Finally, someone cuter than Manu. Let's hope he at least has half a brain.” When I took too long to respond to her, she nudged me again, this time harder. “Did you hear me?” “Ow!” I complained looking back at her. “Preetah, did you hear me?” She asked me again. I didn't respond, I turned to the front and continued staring at this new boy. No, he wasn't just cuter than Manu, he had the most beautiful face I've ever seen in any other guy before. He was tall and had pink lips, like a female. His hair fell over his forehead and almost touched his eyes. As this new guy stood looking down at our dusty classroom floor that Mr Kapoor tried forcing us to take turns sweeping after schools, I felt awestruck. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was gorgeous. “Can you introduce yourself to the class please?” Mr Kapoor told the new boy quickly. Mr Kapoor looked like he didn't have time fo...
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