A man who is broken with no desire to love or live , just surviving , want nothing to do with love..... A girl who is full of life ,hope and love , smile beyond struggles , want everything to do with love..... Will the two come together like perfect pieces ? Will they be like the yingyang made for eachother ? Will they both fill the missing part of each other ? How their journey will be ? [ She fell FIRST....He fell HARDER ] #1 divorce out of 17.4k stories on 24/10/2025 #1 tamil out of 3.68k stories on 26/10/2025 #1 engagement out of 4.85k stories on 26/10/2025 #16 Happy out of 93.7k stories on 01/11/2025 It's my first story , support me ... If there are mistakes , correct me ... Note: I am just writing , what I like to read . Even if I just have one genuine reader , who likes to read my story , I will be happy ... So , please don't spam the comment box with promotion and cover creation .Thank you 🙏

"Stars" = represents purity, beauty, hope-like Akshu, who's dreamy, delicate, and full of light (emotionally and literally, with her singing and innocence). "Chaos" = stands for pain, storms, rules, intensity-like Abhi, who's strict, fiery, and deeply passionate, often dealing with turbulent emotions and tough situations. "Fell for" = means both falling in love and falling into a mess (romantic + emotional + literal collapse). So it subtly means: > A pure, shining soul fell in love with a storm-and together, they burned beautifully. More updates soon.....Stay tuned...!!!

Previously titled as 'His Masterpiece' ***************************************** "I hate you" she shut her eyes and screamed at him. "But I love you" he confessed for the first time. Her eyes widen on his confession. Her heart skipped a beat when he confessed. She had been expecting him to say those words for a long time, but now he is late. She shook her head. "No. You still pity me. You are feeling guilty. You don't love nor you are going to love me in any future. Leave me." she sobbed. "I have always loved you but I didn't realize that soon enough. Please forgive me." he begged her just like she did. "There is nothing to forgive. But I can't love you again." saying that she walked away. ***************************************** He was keen on painting a masterpiece, but he failed to realize that she was his masterpiece. She was busy on running away from him, but she didn't knew that fate was trying to unite them both. ***************************************** Dive into the world of colors to witness the fusion of art and love

Few years back , It's about to dawn. A heavy, relentless rain is pouring down like a downpour of sorrow. Doctors and nurses rush from the ICU, their voices faintly heard in the corridors. 'Doctor Patient oda pulse koranjuttey iruku.' 'Ventilator connect panunga, blood loss adhigama iruku.' Noises are coming from discussion room. The sounds of frantic discussions echo from the room. A gentleman, in his mid-thirties, stands nervously by the ICU door, his eyes glued to the corridor. His wife, standing beside him, grips his hand tightly, feeling the weight of the moment. He places his hand over hers, his fingers gently tapping in an attempt to comfort her, though his eyes betray the fear and sadness swelling inside him. Hours pass. Eight long hours of intense treatment. Finally, a doctor emerges from the ICU, looking weary, his face filled with disappointment. 'Patient oda appa amma...',he begins, his words hanging heavy in the air. The couple stands up abruptly, their hearts pounding, " En pullaiku onum ilayae...." The doctor sighs, his shoulders slumped, as he places a hand on the gentleman's shoulder. "Nanga evlavo try panniyum.... Engala manichirunga..." Before the doctor can finish, the wife collapses into herself, both hands pressed against her face as tears flood her eyes. "Iyo.... En pulla" she sobs, breaking down in a wave of grief.

Serii Joshi 24, just gave her NEET PG exam, and is waiting for her letter of acceptance for the residency in trauma surgery from her dream college. She is the epitome of "woman." She's everything; she's sharp, intelligent, beautiful, and bold; she's feminine; she's messy, she's difficult, and she's soft and kind. She's 5'4" with a decent body. Reyansh Shah 33, Professor of Trauma Surgery and Head of the Department. He saved the hospital's trauma unit. He built it from the remains. Emotionally mature and reserved. He's cold but not with 'his' people. He needs to maintain the cold and reserved image so that his trauma unit runs smoothly. He is very strict, no doubt about that. He's 6'1" with a lean physique. He's built well, but that's all hidden well under his scrubs. How will these two cross their paths? He pulls her flush against his chest and picks her up with ease and puts her on his desk. "You're playing with fire, little one." He says in a low voice, standing in between her legs, his hands resting on her waist. Their foreheads resting against each other. "*Almost professional*? Hmm...professor?" She says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Ps- long slow burn :) Disclaimer: I have tried to write this as medically accurate as possible, but there might be some mistakes. Also, this is my first time writing, so please be patient with me. Thank you <3 #1🏅 - surgeons #73 🏅 - gore #87 🏅- blood #6 🏅- junior #29 🏅- desi #19 🏅- romcom #6 🏅- resident #1 🏅- lovestory #1 🏅- doctors

Dr. Sarah Krishnamurthy and Dr. Arjun Subramanian-two brilliant, hot headed individuals with a past that refuses to stay buried. Back in their medical college days, Sarah, the junior, gathered the courage to confess her feelings to her charismatic senior, Arjun-only to be rejected by him. That moment shattered something in her. She built walls, turned reserved, and focused solely on her career. Years passed. Now a respected cardiologist Sarah's life takes an unexpected twist when her grandmother sets up an arranged alliance-only to find the groom-to-be is none other than Arjun. She agrees to the proposal, silently fulfilling her grandmother's wish, while Arjun, now matured and haunted by the past he never quite understood, agrees for a different reason. This marriage brings them under the same roof, but not only with sparks but also both of love and fights. Their home becomes a field of sarcasm, silent treatments, fiery arguments, and accidental moments of intimacy. Despite the endless fights, neither of them can deny the magnetic pull between them. They slowly shed off each other's layers-revealing vulnerabilities, regrets, and truths never spoken. Amidst the chaos, one thing becomes clear: They can't live with each other. But they can't live without each other either. Dive into the story for more.

"maa.. I can't marry him" "why?" "because.. because.. he is a professor" "so what?" "please ma.. not him please. A professor should not marry a student. Its forbidden you know" I pleaded which went in to deaf ears. Another short story.

Heyy Guyzz... This is my first time writing a story So ethavathu thappu irundha mannichidunge. If you like the story please support me ❤. This is a short story as I'm an amateur

Two hearts, two cultures, and one destiny waiting to unfold. She comes from a pakka South Indian family-disciplined, rooted, graceful, and taught that love is something that blooms after marriage. He belongs to a pakka North Indian family-spirited, open, charming, and raised to celebrate life in grandeur. They speak different languages, follow different rituals, and dream in different shades. Yet destiny dares to weave their worlds together through an arranged marriage. As wedding bells echo and rituals unfold, they begin to notice each other-not in stolen glances, but in silent understandings. Between the rustle of silk sarees and the glimmer of sherwanis, in the fragrance of jasmine and the sparkle of marigolds, love begins to grow. Not rushed, not forced-just a gentle blooming of hearts learning to beat together. What was once only an arrangement becomes a love story written by fate itself-a reminder that sometimes, the most unexpected unions create the most beautiful forever. TROPE Arranged Marriage Architect X Doctor Sunshine X Sunshine protector He fell first she fell harder South Indian X North Indian Only daughter X Elder son