"Isn't it beautiful? Two people who didn't even Know each other once, Now pray for each other's happiness Even before their own." ....... "What did you say?" Ayaan growls with his dangerously low voice scaring the shit out of the poor girl whose heart is trembling in fear but also excitement at the thought of annoying her husband. "You heard it but still if you want to hear it again then I repeat" she holds her pyjamas up "You are a jerk!! A freaking jerk!!" She yells and quickly takes a u-turn to run for her dear life while holding her pyjamas up so she does not trip and fall as she is laughing out loudly feeling amused and happy after annoying his arrogant yet sweet Husband who is shooting dagger through her soul but he couldn't hide the fact that his heart is smiling looking at his wife who is being all scared yet is a brat. @the_vampgal Thanks for the lovely cover.

#1 in Romancefanfiction out of 32.5k stories #1 in Romedy #1 in Ashwin #1 in Ashwinkumar #1 in Ashwinsivaangi #1 in Ashaangi #1 in Tanglish Thank you makkale...💜💜💜 Hello makkale.... yet another Ashaangi FF... What do I do.. I love them more... okay kadhaikulla povom... Aditya is a royal, rich, handsome, decisive and focused guy. He is our first youngest prime minister and country's eligible bachelor but he always keeps a distance from opposite gender due to a strange disease. Suhasini is a badass, bold, dumb, funny and witty girl. she is ostracized by her family and is currently struggling to establish herself as a fashion designer. A beautiful accident leads them to get married. Two strangers under one roof. What will be their future?? Will suhasini keep herself safe from the charming Aditya?? Will Aditya be able to leave her at the end of the contract?? Warning: This is a matured story and will be little explicit. Disclaimer: indha kadhaiyil varum anaithum karpanaiye.. Idhu oru FAN FICTION. yaar manadhaiyum pun padutha alla.. Thank you all...

Rishi, a 29-year-old businessman, was mature enough to be uncertain about what he truly wanted in life and recognize the love his wife held for him. Aadhira, 21 years old student, immature enough to know what she wanted in her life and the love she felt for her husband. His life was governed by principles and rules, while she was a force of chaos, wild and free. He cherished the calmness of the night, yet she lived for the thrill of bursting crackers and reveling in their colors under the dark sky. He dreamed of a submissive wife, someone gentle and serene, but instead, he was blessed with a girl who challenged him at every turn, always pushing his boundaries. Aadhira was full of life and loved her husband until he broke her to the extent she turned out to be the submissive wife he wanted but now he wanted his fire cracker to love him the way she did. Two extreme polar opposites are bound in a sacred bond of marriage. Join me to witness the course of love that finds their life for a eternity together.

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)

Rehan's mother is a typical Indian mother, who wants to get her son married before he turns 28. And also she doesn't want him to marry his cunning aunt's daughter and that made Rehan to go for an arranged marriage as he does not believe in love or hasn't anyone. Aadhya Mehra is a college going girl whose life turned upside down when her father misunderstood her with her cousin and thought that she's having a relationship. So to save the family name and honour her father decided to get her married. Check out the stand-alone sequel, STITCHES, if you have time. •editing. inline comments, you will be missed. • i have tried my best to avoid writing cringe so some scenes will be rewritten during editing. • also if you think the beginning chapters are too cringeworthy trust me, later it gets better as the beginning chapters were written two years ago.

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

Irresistibly handsome in human form, ruthless in eliminating his enemies, composed in decision-making, and cunning in plotting his moves, the 2,000-year-old Vampire King Agastya is a formidable force. Female vampires yearn to be Agastya's mate because his irresistible charm, unmatched power, and royal status represent an unattainable prize, promising both prestige and a significant place in the vampire world. Yet, to them, he remains only a dream-an elusive vision that is bitter to their eyes Despite his royal status being threatened by the lack of a chosen mate, he has steadfastly refused to accept one. His long wait ends when he finds his mate in the human world: a captivating 3-year-old girl with striking blue eyes. A curse, a prophecy, and imminent danger loom over his human mate. Agastya is determined to protect her and secure his position as king. But there's more to his story-he harbors a secret buried with his parents, known only to his trusted friend and commander. In the supernatural world, one truth remains: "Love remains the greatest power."

#1 on Romancefanfiction out of 23k stories for 2 weeks #1 on ashaangi #1 on ashwinkumar #1 on ashwinsivaangi #2 on officeromance out of 21.2k stories Hello Makkale, This is a fan faction written on our own Ashaangi. Coz author is a true Ashaangi fan. Slowburn and fluffy romantic story. I have always seen AK as a king.. He will rule cine kingdom one day whereas here he ll b ruling a business empire. Sk is a princess who is needed to be pampered and in this story, this princess will be finely nurtured to become a queen. His queen. Disclaimer: This is an imaginary story and meant for entertainment purpose only.

𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖙; 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖚𝖙-𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍 𝖊𝖚𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝖊𝖝𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ 40 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴠᴀꜱᴜɴᴅʜᴀʀᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇ. ʙᴏɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ'ꜱ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ, ꜱɪᴅᴅʜᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇʜᴀ, ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ " ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ" ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏʀᴄʜᴇꜱᴛʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ. ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴜɴɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇ, ᴡᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ. ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱɪᴅᴅʜᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇʜᴀ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴇxɪꜱᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ?