"Some women are poetry, Others are the cuts they leave behind." ______________ Tara's voice cut through the room like a blade. "I shouldn't have dated a fucking child. You're immature! Do you even realize-?" "I'm not a child," Ishaani snapped back, chest rising, pulse hammering. Tara's eyes narrowed, voice low and trembling with restrained fury. "The way you behave... it shows differently. I never should've been with you-" "I didn't beg you to, bitch," Ishaani shot, defiance in every syllable. Tara whirled, sharp as a whip. "Bitch?" Almost instantaneously spotting her fuck-up, Ishaani let out a breathless, involuntary "Oh-oh." Before she could recover, Tara's hand shoved her firmly against the door, making her spine echo the point. Her Hazel eyes glared like velvet knives. "A Bitch?....Definitely then...." She trailed off, as she let her hands wander along Ishaani's watch, "Fine, I'm the bitch. And you'd be lucky if you even get to sleep on the floor outside this bitch's room tonight." She spat venomously. ______________ What began as a harmless crush on her sister's best friend during a sultry, Delhi summer has ignited into a storm of worship and reverence, Ishaani can no longer pretend to oversee. Not when she forgets how to inhale, if Tara's cruel words and meticulously harsh demeanor isn't the one flipping her down. She met divinity in the eyes of the woman who destroyed her; Every glance, every brush of skin, every teasing word pulls her closer- and Tara Kapoor- political strategist, human right activist and an art curator-may be just as dangerously tempted. What happens when this tapestry of reverence hurls Ishaani into a whirlpool of extreme political vengeance and secrets the whole of Delhi NCR shan't whisper? ______________

Mira Rao, a student from India, moves to the Canada, for her graduation, but a sudden illness keeps her away from the university for a week. When she finally returns, her new teacher, Allysa, scolds her-unaware of what Mira has been through. That one moment leads to unexpected meetings, quiet apologies, and a bond that slowly begins to grow. Mira's struggle to balance her personal trauma with the blossoming relationship with Allysa pulls them both into a world of slow-burning tension and undeniable attraction.

Vedika wasn't looking for magic-just a way to get through college, the silence of home, and a truth she couldn't say out loud. Then came Jeevika. A girl who speaks in moonlight, carries myths in her eyes, and hides a past tied to forgotten gods. As ancient powers awaken, and fate begins to blur, Vedika must choose between a safe life she never wanted... and a dangerous love that was never supposed to exist. A sapphic fantasy where myths live, love defies rules, and two girls rewrite what's sacred. ⚠️ Content Warning To Love a Myth contains emotionally intense scenes and sensitive themes that may not be suitable for all readers. Please note that this story includes: • Internalized queer struggle / closeted identity • Forbidden love and emotional tension • Mythological and spiritual themes (fictionalized) • Mentions of death, grief, and cultural taboos • Magical conflict and non-graphic violence Reader discretion is advised. Take breaks, skip scenes, or step back if you need to. Your well-being always comes first. 🕊️ ⸻ 📜 Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, and events are either imaginary or used in a fictional context. Any resemblance to real people, cultures, or locations is entirely coincidental. While this story draws inspiration from Indian mythology and cultural elements, it is not meant to accurately represent any specific tradition, belief system, or historical fact. This is a fictional tale-told with love, emotion, and imagination. ⸻ Thank you for being here. Let the myth unfold. 💫

"𝑾𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓." For Naina, love was out of the equation. Something she'd only hear of in passing. And Veda...Veda was never meant to matter. She was just a rival. A name on a rank list. A quiet presence that should have been easy to ignore. For Veda, love was, for the longest time, a hidden truth. Something she couldn't confess. What they shared was quiet. Undefined. It was taken away before it could ever be understood. Years pass. Lives move on. But some things don't fade with time. When Naina and Veda find themselves standing in the same space again, they are no longer the girls they used to be. But the silence between them feels achingly familiar. And the question they never answered still lingers between them: How do you move on from a love that never really left? 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 | 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 | 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢 !!! For Mature(18+) readers !!!

Ruksar and Nazira had been promised to each other since childhood-an engagement arranged lovingly by their families, yet destiny kept them apart long enough that neither remembered the other's face. Ruksar, bold-hearted and confident, carried a calm power in her presence, while Nazira, soft-spoken and gentle, moved like a shy breeze. Though bound by a forgotten promise, their lives ran parallel, never touching-until fate pulled them together again at a wedding, where a single glance, a hesitant smile, and an unexpected spark began rewriting a story that had been waiting years to unfold. ⚠️Content Note: This story contains LGBTQ+ (Girl x Girl / Sapphic Romance). If you believe love is love, then you are welcome in my story.

Kanika Maheshwari was the kind of professor students feared before they understood. Strict. Sharp-tongued. Untouchable. At thirty-six, with a crumbling marriage, a six-year-old daughter, and a life built on discipline, the last thing she needed was a distraction. Then Radha walked into her classroom. Twenty-one. First-year student. Late on the first day, with snow in her hair and far too much light in her smile, Radha was never supposed to matter. But some people don't enter your life like people. They arrive like spring. A slow-burn WLW romance about forbidden feelings, snowfall in Darjeeling, and a love that was never meant to happen

Akanksha and Prithvi stand on opposite extremes, their mutual hatred ingrained over generations. They never miss a chance to undermine each other, convinced that no force could ever unite them. But fate has other plans. When one of them lands in deep trouble, the other is left with no choice but to step in-because whether they like it or not, she is just as entangled in the crisis. Will Akanksha and Prithvi set aside their differences to face a common enemy?

After a housing scam in Delhi lands two complete strangers in the same one-room apartment, things spiral fast-from passive-aggressive fridge notes to accidental emotional intimacy. Tara, a civil services aspirant with a moral compass sharper than her kajal, just wants her peace, her laminated schedule, and her incense sticks. Noor, a fashion student with hair that changes color more often than the metro delays, a small jungle of plants, and entirely too many rings, just wants to dance in the rain and steal Tara's heart-accidentally, at first. Cue: one mattress, fridge-note warfare, fabric pins everywhere, tension in the air thicker than Delhi pollution, and oh-only one bathroom. Come for the chaos. Stay for the chai, eyeliner glances, and late-night playlist wars that feel a lot like falling in love.

In the bustling heart of Mumbai, Raina, a quirky, coffee-loving woman with a sharp wit and a tender heart, is struggling to find her place in a world that demands conformity. Navigating the challenges of a new job, societal expectations, and her own insecurities, she hides a secret she's afraid to embrace-her love for women. Enter Dia, the enigmatic owner of a vibrant café nestled opposite Raina's office. With her radiant smile, effortless charm, and a past she keeps tucked away, Dia is everything Raina admires but fears she could never have. Their worlds collide over an unexpected cup of coffee, sparking a connection that is as messy and unpredictable as it is beautiful. As Raina learns to love herself, Dia finds someone who challenges her carefully guarded walls. Together, they navigate the chaos of conservative families, societal judgment, and their own insecurities, all while building a love story steeped in laughter, tears, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. "Stirring Chaos, Brewing Love" is a heartfelt journey of self-discovery, acceptance, and the unshakeable belief that love can conquer even the toughest of odds. With warmth,

When Meher Singh, basketball captain, chaos incarnate, and unapologetically out, gets stuck rooming with Samaira Maheshwari on a school trip to Bangalore, things are bound to get complicated. Samaira is quiet, brilliant, and heartbreakingly guarded. She is also the girl Meher has been half in love with since Class 1. They were never friends. At least, not until now. Between quiz finals, basketball championships, rooftop parties, and whispered midnight confessions, something fragile begins to bloom. But falling in love at eighteen is never simple. Especially when one girl is scared of wanting, and the other wants more than she is allowed to ask for. Set in an elite all-girls boarding school in Dehradun, this is a story about stolen glances, childhood memories, late night kisses, and the slow, aching magic of being seen, exactly as you are.