In the 1930s Madras Presidency, two princesses return from England to their ancestral homes-Princess Rudramathi of Vannalur, bold and unruly, and Crown Princess Padmaja of Velavarkottai, sharp-witted yet bound to her chair. Estranged by years apart and sharpened by unspoken feelings, their reunion is anything but gentle. Yet beneath the barbs and silences, something far more dangerous stirs-an attraction neither can deny. When blood stains temple stone and whispers of rebellion coil through the night, they find themselves bound by secrets older than their crowns. Amid devotion, jealousy, and danger, Rudra and Padmaja must decide: will love be their refuge-or their ruin?

They met again. Again, after Five long years. "Don't. Dare. To. Touch. Me. Till. The. Wedding. Is. Done," Riya said in a low but firm voice. "Fine, I won't. See you after the wedding, Hukum," Meher replied with an irritating smirk. This is a story about two girls who once met, only to part ways without a word. Now, after five long years, they face each other again. Will they confront the emotions they've buried deep inside, or keep pretending they feel nothing? Will time heal what was left unsaid-or only make it harder to speak? I know. But you read it to find out.

it's about a girl who lies to her family that she's a lesbian, just to escape her toxic, manipulative future husband she has no other way to run from the marriage. Basically tried to write lesbian Indian serial, so it's full of dramatic, over-the-top, romcom nonsense, like the kind of perfect cringe you only see in desi TV serials.

A girl struggling with her feelings and searching for something to connect to her heart... until she meets the next-door girl who turns her world into a beautiful mess. A desi lesbian rom-com full of heart, humour, and hella art-induced gay panic.

SANAM MEHRU The undisputed queen of the music world, Sanam Mehru's name is synonymous with success. Her shelves are adorned with national and international awards, and no one comes close to touching her reign. But when the curtain falls and the spotlight fades, all Sanam craves is a quiet home where she can be more than just a star-a place where she can be mom to her three children, the only people who make her feel truly safe and loved. KAHINI VYAS In a small village nestled in the mountains of Kullu, Kahini Vyas has found her peace. Once immersed in the fast-paced life of Mumbai, she now spends her days as the mother of 40 children at the orphanage she runs. Her kids, her music, and her art are all she needs to keep the smile on her face when night falls. The mountains have embraced her, and here, in their quiet serenity, she has found her home. One Instagram post. That's all it takes to bridge the worlds of these two women. Living such different lives, different countries, One in the glitz of stardom, the other in the quietude of the hills. And yet, that post will spark an unspoken connection that they never say out loud. This story isn't just about love-it's about discovering yourself. It's about the beauty of motherhood, the strength of friendship, and the magic of finding that one person who was made for you, even when you never knew you were searching. --------- ---------- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

*Her Silent Architect* A contract on paper. A war in hearts. Amulya Grace, a young Indian trillionaire, built her global architectural empire with stone-cold silence and an iron heart. She doesn't do chaos. She doesn't do love. She does control. Until she moves to Thailand-and ends up in a contract marriage with Anya Sutthiphong, a graceful but guarded heiress caught in her own web of family obligations. To outsiders, it's a perfect alliance. On paper, it's just business. But between the growing sparks, the silent longing, and the unspoken jealousy-nothing stays just business for long. Especially when Grace's soul-sister Phi Sarisa, the only person who's ever truly known her, forms an unexpected connection with Ilina Roth-an outsider Anya mistakes as a threat. What follows is a storm of misunderstandings, unspoken feelings, and a love story that refuses to follow the blueprint. Because this isn't just a love story. It's an *Architecture of emotions*. It's a GxG or WlW or Lesbian story & A slow burn

I was a Bhitara Gauni-locked behind sanctum doors, untouched, unseen. I danced with still feet. I spoke with bowed eyes. My body belonged to gods. Then she walked in-Meghla, a Nanchuni Mahari, all hips and heresy. She danced like thunder, laughed like sin, and looked at me like she already owned me. She didn't ask. She touched. And suddenly, I wasn't holy. I was hungry. --- Behind temple walls, beneath veils and vows, I let her mouth trail over skin that was never meant to be worshipped that way. She called me her God. I told her to spread her legs and believe. --- They say we ran. They say we burned down a palace. They say two temple women vanished into smoke, wearing nothing but sindoor and each other. Let them say it. Because she didn't enter me like a lover. She entered me like prayer. > ⚠️ Content warning: violence, religious imagery, arson, psychological tension, power imbalance. > More of this chaos? I write the unhinged versions on AO3: sLilith200 🖤

Driven by past love and a quest for justice, Prof. Prity Sharma fiercely advocates for same-sex marriage rights in India, challenging deep-rooted social taboos. Can she achieve her goal or something more awaits for her? *** Once upon a time, in the vibrant land of India, two souls intertwined in a love story that would challenge societal norms and redefine the meaning of true acceptance. "Laxmi I love you," I pleaded. My vision was getting blurry. "But Prity try to understand, it's India not States," she said, wiping her tears. Grief was prominent in her voice. "But we can still give it a tr-" I got cut off by her. "Prity, forget everything which happened between us, forget me. Delete everything and don't try to contact me ever. Don't show your face to me again," she hurried off from her seat, making my heart clench. "And listen, I will marry a man only. Not a woman, not you, Prity Sharma," she said, wiping off her remaining tears, and rushed out from the place. Prof. Prity Sharma, a young Indian psychologist and history lover, vowed to bring light to the concept of LGBTQ acceptance in her homeland. With an unwavering determination, she set out to challenge societal norms and fight for the rights of her beloved community. Ms. Laxmi Mathur, a dedicated school teacher, wife, and mother, endured a married life filled with assault, torture, and hatred from her husband. As she experienced betrayal and regret, memories of her first love, resurfaced. The thought of their unfinished love story haunted her, leaving her yearning for the love and acceptance she once knew. Amidst the chaos and struggles, fate had a plan of its own for both Prity and Lamix. And so, dear reader, as you embark on this captivating journey with Prof. Sharma, open your heart, embrace the unknown, and witness the transformative power of love as it unfolds in the land of diverse cultures, traditions, and religions.

When architect Mathivathani returns to her ancestral village of Thennur to fulfil her grandfather's final wish, she doesn't expect to confront the pieces of a life she never thought she'd miss-least of all, a certain fiercely grounded agriculturist named Alagu Naachi. As old wounds resurface and family secrets bubble beneath the surface, Vathani must choose between the life she built in the city and the one that quietly blossoms in the paddy fields. The Missing Piece is a tender, heartwarming story about family, second chances, and a love that grows in the most unexpected of places.

Periyoor is changing. Ever since Vahini's escape, the once-thriving village has been plagued by drought and whispers of a curse. The temple of Chinnama Devi stands at the heart of it all, guarding secrets that refuse to stay buried. Yuktha followed Vahini into this world, drawn by love and an insatiable curiosity. But the deeper she digs, the more entangled she becomes in the past-of Devadasis who were never meant to leave, of a goddess whose story was rewritten, and of a village that demands its dues. As revelations shake their reality, Yuktha and Vahini must make a choice: fight against the chains of history or be swallowed by them. But some stories demand a final dance before they end.