AFTER MARRIAGE

Some love stories begin with a kiss. Theirs began with a contract.

Sita is calm, reserved, and orderly — the kind of person who finds solace in silence.
Vedehi is chaos wrapped in charm — loud, lively, and allergic to stillness.

They have nothing in common… except heartbreak, family pressure, and a desperate need to escape.

When both women land in England hoping to find love, all they find is disappointment — and each other.
One impulsive proposal later, they're bound by a two-year contract marriage: no love, no drama, just a fake relationship to get their families off their backs.

But fate has other plans.

Sita is still searching for a woman from her past — someone who once held her heart.
Vedehi, in helping her find that lost love, quietly falls for the very person she's supposed to be pretending with.

Just when feelings start to blur and the contract begins to crumble, tragedy strikes.
A sudden accident leaves Sita with no memory — not of the contract, not of the marriage, not even of Vedehi.

Now Vedehi is left holding onto a love that only she remembers…
And a wife who no longer knows her.

Will Sita ever recall what they had?
Will Vedehi’s love be enough to rebuild what fate tore apart?
Or will their story remain a forgotten promise, lost between silence and memory?

"After Marriage" is a breathtaking sapphic romance of opposites, survival, heartbreak, and healing.
It’s about falling in love with someone who forgot you — and choosing them, even when they can't choose you back.
Because sometimes, the most unforgettable love stories…
Are the ones that begin after marriage.



Dear Reader,

“After Marriage” is more than just a love story — it’s a journey through silence, chaos, heartbreak, and healing.

I promise you a story that will make you laugh when you least expect it and cry when you don’t want to.
I promise you characters who are beautifully flawed, frustratingly human, and deeply real.
I promise tension, misunderstandings, soft moments, and fierce ones — all stitched together with raw emotion and quiet hope.

This isn’t a perfect romance.
This is about two women who learn that love doesn’t always arrive the way we imagine — sometimes it comes late, sometimes through pain, and sometimes… disguised as a contract.

But when it finally finds them, it stays.

So, as you turn each page, I hope you feel every heartbeat, every fight, every smile, and every scar.

And above all, I promise — by the end of this story, you’ll believe that real love…
never truly forgets.

With all my heart,
— The Author

But that girl had handcuffed herself to me.


"If my wife comes here, everything will be ruined, please understand!"


I shouted, "I'll pay you double! Let me go!"


Then I ran toward the window and climbed onto it.


"If you don't open this handcuff," I said,


and I leaned forward as if I would jump.


but in her hurry, the key slipped from her hand


She replied helplessly, "We'll have to find the key in the garden. I don't have any other key."


Anger surged inside me...sharp, burning, uncontrollable. For a moment, I wanted to scream at her, to shake her, to ask her how she could be so careless. But I said nothing. My silence carried more weight than any words I could have spoken.


Still bound together, we made our way out of the room through the other door. Every step felt heavy, my heart pounding louder than my footsteps, my mind racing with fear, guilt, and dread. The air outside felt colder, almost suffocating, as if it already knew what was about to happen.


And then… the moment I stepped out, my eyes froze.


The moment my eyes fell on Sita, I instinctively hid myself along with that woman.


Fear clenched my chest tightly...so tightly it almost hurt to breathe.


If Sita saw me like this… like this...


before I could mend everything between us,


our relationship would shatter completely… beyond repair.


I was hiding because I was terrified of losing her.


My heart raced wildly, my thoughts colliding with one another. Every second felt like a lifetime as I pressed myself into the shadows, praying silently that Sita wouldn't look this way, that she wouldn't notice me in this moment...bound, helpless, misunderstood.


before I could heal what was already fragile,


even before it had a chance to be saved.


Chapter 60 - “Bound”