Sadhana , a girl in her mid twenties is married to , Aarav , her chemistry professor . What happens when Sadhana loves him while Aarav avoids her ? . Will they reunite ? .

The 6 year old Appu meets her neighbors, Bhama and Ruku's cousin, Cheecha for the first time, during a summer holiday in Palakkad. 10 year old Cheecha was a shy boy. What made Cheecha and Appu best of friends? What else? The famous Chakka Pradhaman. I know I had told you guys that I was going to take a break but this tiny brain of mine cannot stop cooking up stories. I hope this story walks you through my master class palakkad village themed, innocent, romcom with some elements of emotions, making it human. So see you all soon with this new story! Thank you all for the constant love and support. 💜

Ashwin, the rebellious son of a renowned hospital chairwoman, is trapped under his mother's constant scrutiny, forced to live a life of discipline he never chose. Behind the charm of his carefree smirks and the arrogance of his sharp wit, Ashwin longs for freedom-freedom from his mother's strict grip and the suffocating expectations she places on him. When a chance encounter with Yashna, an enigmatic artist with a captivating aura, shakes up his predictable life, Ashwin finds himself drawn to her in ways he can't explain. She's vibrant, unpredictable, and unlike anyone he's ever known. But as their paths intertwine, Ashwin starts to uncover truths that will test the limits of his patience, compassion, and ability to love someone beyond the surface. Some connections are fleeting, others eternal. Will Ashwin fight for a love that seems impossible, or will he walk away from the one person who could finally set him free? In a world of broken memories and imperfect beginnings, this is a story about finding wholeness in the fragments.

" Congratulations on your Engagement Ms. Pari. Seems like you are upset. Does the engagement bother you ? " " I m happy Mr. Ishaan. I m engaged and Varun is a gentleman. I m happy and may be you missed watching him kiss me just now " I replied but he threw his head back and laughed as if I cracked the best joke of the year. " Sorry, you call that a kiss ? I m so sorry, may be thats how a boy kiss " he asked me and gulped to his intense gaze. " May be you are experienced in kissing woman or may be women " " I haven't kissed any woman in my life Pari and I kiss my woman like a man Pari. I will hold her waist, flush our bodies, I would ravish her mouth and she would forget the world and pull me more into the kiss holding my hair, my hands would graze her body. I claim her with a single kiss Pari " My chest was heaving and I noticed we were standing close..no our bodies were flushed and he was feeling the rise and fall of my chest against him, his hot breathe was fanning on my cheek. His eyes looked like they wanted to hold me captive. I should leave but my foot doesn't move a step like he got me under my spell. He stepped back and walked away like he did nothing and I m sure he carried a smirk on his face. " what did he mean ? Is he back to claim me ? " Ishaan, the son of Billionaire Reyansh Badrinath was once the possessive protector of his Pari. His obsession scared her and he was forced to leave her, his family and everything behind. But he stayed in shadow, watched her, calculated his every move. He was called back for her engagement but now he is back to claim what is his. He would claim her heart, soul and body. " I will win your heart and soul Pari. This is my promise and Ishaan Rey never back off from his promise " She was his only weakness and his only salvation

Some souls are born under gentle skies, bathed in love and warmth. Meera was not one of them. Her world had always been cold and unwelcoming. Sent away to live under her grandmother's care, she grew up amidst cruelty. She was harassed, abused - the bruises invisible to the world, the loneliness louder than her cries. Life did not ease its grip as she grew older. Her marriage became just another prison. Her husband's words cut like knives, his hands heavy with rage. The day she learned the truth behind her marriage, her fragile hopes shattered completely. After years of being treated like a doormat, Meera finally chose freedom over chains. Divorce was not a new beginning - it was merely the end of one battle and the start of another: the fight to piece herself back together. Meera's journey became one of finding slivers of light in the deepest darkness... of discovering that sometimes, the love we yearn for most comes from the worlds we create within ourselves. She didn't know if her own "happily ever after" truly existed but she longed for the day when the man she adored in fiction might somehow step into her reality and hold her as tenderly as he held the love in his story. Will Meera ever find her happily ever after?

" What if I had grown a little too fat, with thick arms, thighs, folds on my tummy, double chin and so on ? Would you love me Rudra ? " " I would love that Tara, just the thought of my face being crushed between your thighs turns me rock hard. And I m sure it wouldn't only your arms, thighs and tummy but sure your boobs would be bigger so I would never need a pillow and that is a win win for me. " " What do you want Rudra ? " " You.. I want you Tara....your lips on mine while I m deep inside you, your hair spread across my pillow it's the most beautiful sight my eyes will ever behold, my love. " Bound by passion, consumed by love An obsession that turns love into an unquenchable thirst. A pride that transforms passion into devotion. He was ready to embrace the darkest demons if it meant keeping their love safe, and she was willing to burn with him if it meant never letting go. Obsession Series Book #2 - Locked in Passion Obsession Series Book #1 - His Eternal Obsession

This story is about four people but two souls. The love they have for each other is eternal and for life times. People die but souls live on and yearn for each other until they meet again, unexpectedly. This is purely fictional story revolving around four characters, Aarav, Sanvi, Arunachalam and Sangamithra. We all come across people in our lives who we meet for the first time but it seems like we have known them for ages. We are instantly pulled towards some while we detest some for no particular reason. We see people in our dreams that we have never seen before. What if meeting someone triggers something from deep within our conscience? Something from a past life? A love that did not materialize then but has found its way to reunite? This might seem too far fetched for some but for me, who truly believes in this theory of past lives, I had to write this story based on this theory. Hope you enjoy this and will support this story too, as you always do.

Rishi, a 29-year-old businessman, was mature enough to be uncertain about what he truly wanted in life and recognize the love his wife held for him. Aadhira, 21 years old student, immature enough to know what she wanted in her life and the love she felt for her husband. His life was governed by principles and rules, while she was a force of chaos, wild and free. He cherished the calmness of the night, yet she lived for the thrill of bursting crackers and reveling in their colors under the dark sky. He dreamed of a submissive wife, someone gentle and serene, but instead, he was blessed with a girl who challenged him at every turn, always pushing his boundaries. Aadhira was full of life and loved her husband until he broke her to the extent she turned out to be the submissive wife he wanted but now he wanted his fire cracker to love him the way she did. Two extreme polar opposites are bound in a sacred bond of marriage. Join me to witness the course of love that finds their life for a eternity together.

ON HOLD ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛʏ ʜɪʟʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴏᴛʏ, ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀʙʜɪʟᴀꜱʜ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴꜱɪᴏɴ. ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ, ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ᴠᴇɴɴɪʟᴀ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ. ᴀꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴍ, ᴀʙʜɪʟᴀꜱʜ'ꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴇɴɴɪʟᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱɪꜰɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ. ᴀᴍɪᴅ ᴄʜɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴꜱɪᴏɴ ʜᴀʀʙᴏʀꜱ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙʜɪʟᴀꜱʜ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ᴜɴʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʙʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴɴɪʟᴀ.