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2 States: The Story of My Marriage

This novel explores the intricate relationship between two individuals from different states in India, highlighting the cultural and social obstacles they encounter while trying to build a life together. The story delves into the personal growth and compromises required to maintain a long-distance relationship, offering a poignant look at the challenges of inter-state marriages in India. more

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Chetan Bhagat
Chetan Bhagat

Chetan Bhagat is an Indian author whose contemporary novels often deal with social issues and have a wide appeal. Born on April 22, 1974, he has gained recognition for his ability to bridge the gap between popular culture and literature. more

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