"Fair skin. Sweet voice. Flat tummy. Shy and gentle." If that's the checklist for a perfect heroine, let me save your internet data. I scored a solid zero out of five. My name is Priya. I'm 25, dark-skinned, 62 kg, and have a voice so heavy that delivery boys call me "Brother" on the phone. I never expected love. I just wanted to work my government job in Madurai and live freely. But without warning, my traditional, horoscope-obsessed father dropped a bomb: I was getting married in exactly two weeks. I didn't even see the guy's face properly before the Thali was tied. Now, I am stuck with Varun-a 27-year-old child specialist doctor at Madurai GH. He has a brilliant, smooth accent, a cool attitude, and a dangerously short temper. He didn't want this marriage either. This isn't a fairy tale. It's a forced reality between two total strangers. Click "Read" to see if we survive each other.

After losing his beloved wife during childbirth, a dedicated police officer's world shatters. The only thing keeping him alive is his newborn son, the living memory of the woman he loved more than himself. Unable to watch him struggle alone, his family decides he needs someone to care for both him and the baby. Their choice falls on his mama ponnu, a cheerful and kind-hearted girl who has secretly loved him since childhood. Knowing his heart still belongs to another woman, she agrees to the marriage-not because she expects love in return, but because she wants to stand beside him and care for the child he treasures. But marriage becomes anything but peaceful. The hero refuses to accept her as his wife. Every attempt she makes to get closer to him is met with coldness, anger, and rejection. To him, she is merely someone forced into his life by family circumstances. To her, he is the man she has loved for years. Why would someone love a man who never even looked at her? Why would she continue loving him even when all he gave her was pain? And most importantly... Is he hiding any secrets? Will he love her full heartedly? Will she be happy with him? Is this a second chance story? Let me answer to all these questions through my story. Happy reading.

MEENDUM ORU KADHAL KADHAI What begins as familiarity slowly turns into unspoken tension... Every glance starts meaning too much. Every silence grows heavier than words. And every moment together slowly blurs the line between comfort and love. But some relationships were never meant to become this complicated. Especially when the heart refuses to remember the boundaries the world never forgets. Yet somewhere between growing up and meeting again... love quietly found its way back. ⚠ Mature themes | Age-gap romance | Emotional slow-burn | Family drama| Maternal uncle X Neice Maternal uncle-niece marriages were widely practiced in parts of South India, especially in Tamil Nadu. Though such relationships have become less common with time, there are still families and communities where these marriages exist with mutual acceptance and consent. This story is set within that cultural backdrop. If this theme is not your cup of tea, feel free to skip respectfully. But if you choose to stay... welcome to a story where love arrives softly, lingers painfully, and changes everything. Join me on the journey of Priya and Sanjay - two hearts caught between longing, boundaries, and a love that was never supposed to bloom... yet did. © RakhiSaahir. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without prior permission from the author.

Book 1 of Rajput series Year ( 1970) A girl was dancing in the temple premises happily without pause like a energetic butterfly But now the same girl was dancing taking out her pain in the heavy rain with a chain of nuptial chain and vermilion like a caged butterfly

They were never meant to be part of each other's lives... yet fate kept pulling them into the same story again and again. What begins as coincidence slowly turns into emotional chaos when past connections, unspoken feelings, and unexpected choices collide in ways no one is prepared for.

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

In the serendipitous dance of life, love often weaves its magic when least expected. Yet, what if that enchanting force loses its allure, becoming a source of misery and weakness? Arnika and Agastya, hailing from divergent worlds, share a common thread of distrust in love. Arnika, haunted by the belief that she isn't destined to be loved, and Agastya, convinced of his imperfections in offering love, find their paths entwined by unforeseen circumstances. Their journey takes a tumultuous turn as a custody case, the reappearance of an ex-wife, and a consequential deal bind them in the sacred union of marriage. None of them were ready for this unexpected twist of fate. Arnika and Agastya, grappling with their own reservations about love, now navigate the uncharted waters of matrimony, where the unexpected becomes the norm, and trust in each other becomes their lifeline.

The thread of love is broken. Broken in such a way that even a knott cannot join it.

It's a elaborate story of my short story series... Village story.. Story time line 2005.. Shal - yen ippadi enmelaa verupaa katuringa.. Vik - do you really wanna know the reason. Sha - Mm.. Vik - Because I don't like you. Sha - yen.. Vik - I just don't like you.. unaku ena pudikum nu enaku theriyum.. ne enaa woo panna dhanaa ippadi drama pandra.. Sha - You thought it was all drama? ....... Shalu breath hitched when he encircled his hand around her shoulder to reach her forhead to keep the kunkumam. She looked at his face now. Sensing her gaze he looked at her with a small smile. ........ Oii pondati.. Ena mama... Epo di varuvaa.. Paduthathaa mama... Sekaramaa vaa di... Season 1 is completed Season 2 is ongoing in this same book. Dig in to know more.

I stood leaning on the doorframe watching her while she was watching TV. She was lying on the couch nd was watching TV. Wearing a normal white saree with floral design on it making me remember our first night. She slowly dragged her right leg and kept it on the pillow which was kept beside her. That sight alone is enough to arose me. Her saree covering only half of her body. While it failed to cover her navel, her smooth stomach nd her half breast. I slowly moved towards her..... Hi guys.. This is my first time writing dark romance . So please support me and give my story a try. By Dd