Dear Me: Please Marry the Doomed Scholar!
By @john1208
I've always been told I'm too nice for my own good. So when a brass courier bird drops a glitter-bomb letter onto my breakfast pastry - written in my own handwriting - I probably should have panicked. Instead, I read the instructions: 'Let Dilmura steal Ozirun. He's a cheating flake. Marry the coughing guy in the corner instead. He just needs soup and a hug.' When my sister Dilmura dramatically bursts in hours later, claiming her 'future knowledge' demands she marry the secret heir Ozirun, I happily wrap a warm blanket around Nazmir Talan, the sickly scholar everyone expects to drop dead by winter. What Dilmura doesn't know is that her 'rebirth' was entirely orchestrated by my past self just to get rid of my terrible fiancé without causing a family scandal! Now, armed with relentless optimism, hot tea, and absurdly specific instructions from my past life, I'm accidentally curing Nazmir's depression and helping him build an engineering empire. Meanwhile, Ozirun is repeating his old mistakes and ruining Dilmura's stolen happily-ever-after. But what happens when Nazmir realizes our entire meet-cute was rigged by a time-traveling version of me?
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