A collection of short stories and spin-offs

"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.

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

Oneshots of ashaangi 💜 Dive into the enchanting realm of Ashaangi, where each story unfolds a unique tale of love, destiny, and unforeseen twists. 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ❥En Mama ❥Anbil Avan ❥Megamo Aval ❥Raatchasiyo Devadhaiyo ❥Ondra Renda Aasaigal ❥Snehidhane ❥Nesipaya ❥Pothavillaye ❥Guide To Get Him ❥Love podcast From giving rose to getting awards 💜 Trending pair with never ending care ☃️ Ashwin Kumar ~ Sivaangi 💕💜 Random shots of ashaangi ( ashwin and sivaangi ) Also some short stories of them 😌💜 Ashaangi ☃️

Tara and Karthik dont have the best impressions about each other. What will happen when fate decides to play in their destinies?

Ananth and Sadhana get married. Will they fall in love? Yes, they absolutely will. He will be unable to stop himself from admiring her. She will be unable to stop talking her heart out to him. And they will live happily ever after. Married & In Love. This is an ashaangi fanfic set in the early 1990's 💜 It is my take on a well-tested plot on Wattpad 😛, it will be a short yet happy story (to make up for all the azhugaachi in my OSs). Happy reading makkale! PS: Names of the leads are changed only to give the story its individuality (indha word engayo ketta maari iruka? 😉)

He: If Loving is an art, I want you to be my Picasso Myra. Myra: No, you don't meant it. Tell me everything is a lie. You cannot love me. How can you say this to me when you love someone else ? He: How do I prove it you Myra ? Myra: Please don't this to me. Stop playing this love game. I tired of it. He held her hand and placed her palm against his chest. Closing his eyes, he sighed and gave a gentle squeeze to her palm. He: I love you Myra. It has been always you then, only you now and it will always be you forever. I will never be tired of loving you cause my life is meant only to love you even from the age when I didn't know what is to fall in love. Yet here I m before you confessing my love after years of being hidden deep in my heart Myra. I love you with every bone, fibre and cells in my body. I love you to the moon and back. I love you to the eternity Myra. -------------------- "The Course of true love never did run smooth " - William Shakespeare. Join Myra in her journey to unfold the love, passion, pain, betrayal and joy, fate has planned for her.

Seethalakskshmi, a happy go lucky girl, was the third daughter of Ramani and Rajeswari. Growing up in a small town in southern India, Seetha's world revolved around her family, her friend Jayanthi and her favourite pillaiyar. She grew up at an age when the World Wide Web was non existent. When Seetha's life was sailing smoothly and happily, there came a bombshell called marriage and the arrival of Arunkrishnan, into her life through an arranged marriage. This story is about their journey.

This book contains Tanglish dialogues but english subtitles will be given for those sentences. So, my other readers and general readers can also read. ~ * ~ Prologue Sivaangi gasped softly, her eyes widened in appreciation as she looked at the mannequin draped in an elegant piece of clothing. This has got to be one of the finest dresses she has come across in recent times! And to think she found this in a town! She frowned when she saw someone stepping in from behind the mannequin, her eyes taking in the male footwear and then eying up. To say she was bewitched would be an understatement as her eyes looked up to meet the man dressed in a dark blue lungi and an orange shirt; a measuring tape wounded around his neck, his trimmed-beard, a sharp handsome face and his eyes, oh his warm brown eyes! He was tall and fit, she noted, and he looked dashing despite his humble clothing. His forehead was adorned with a frown but Sivaangi couldn't care much for she was lost in the man in front of her, too distracted to make sense of the situation. "Yaaru neenga? Inga yenna panringa?" His voice was warm, sending shivers down her spine as Sivaangi met with his brown orbs. (Who are you? What are you doing here?) "A-aad-aadhu va-" Sivaangi stammered trying to get a grip of herself. (Th-tha-that-) God! She was embarrassed! And he is looking right at her, expecting an answer. Before Sivaangi could open her mouth and ridicule herself, they heard a woman calling him from outside, "Ashwin-nu! Irukiya pa?" (Are you there?) His eyes flickered outside before looking right back at her as he yelled, "Idho, varen Maa"(Coming) Giving her a pointed look, he stepped outside while she stood rooted, her eyes following him as her lips tasted his name, "Ashwin" ~ * ~ If the prologue intrigued you then please do check out the book. Thank you. Disclaimer: This book is a piece of fiction based on the author's imagination & nothing to do with the real life of characters mentioned.

An Ashaangi OS