Featured on @ShortStory BHAGYA- A destiny that brings luck. Soon, the blue hues were replaced by the blazing red and oranges in the sky. The sun sang his goodbyes for the day along with his feathery friends. Across the field, near the pond that was blooming with lotuses, sat a young woman with radiant eyes as she admired the bright lotuses. She dangled her feet, which were beautifully adorned in red dye with intricate designs. Her dazzling anklets jingled a symphony as the water below glistened. A few months ago, she hated the sound of those anklets as they made her feel restrained and caged. She hated that she could be heard, the rhythm along with the piercing eyes that followed her wherever she went. But now she loved the tune of her anklets, the ones that helped her gain wings, the anklets that embraced her femininity, retold her the power it holds, the capabilities she had long forgotten. The very old anklets that brought BHAGYA to her.

I was born for him - To be with him, to serve him, to love him. My eyes seek only his validation. My heart beats only for his name. My hands ache to touch only his presence. My feet move only in his direction. My body bends, curves, and surrenders - only under his gaze. They say, "Without devotion, love cannot survive. And without love, devotion cannot be attained." And my devotion for him is untouched, unwavering. My heart is filled with a love that belongs only to him - The one my eyes are forever searching for. As I tied the strings of my anklets-anklets that once chimed with devotion but would ring with destruction tonight-I wrapped myself in silk, coiled my hair, and adorned it with Kanakambaram flowers. But not with love this time. Tonight, they burn with fury. When the forces of destruction shook my city-our heaven, Srirangam-with the invasion of those others, I made a decision. A choice born not from fear but fire: to show them what real devotion is. The power of love. The might of the one who seeks nothing but gives everything. When the army of Delhi Sultanate neared the temple-our divine abode-I knew what to do. I knew no mortal hand driven by violence and greed would be allowed to touch him. To see him. They did not deserve the sight. Not even a glimpse. So tonight, my legs will move. My body will curve. My lips will sing. And my hands-my hands will kill. For those who believe they can rule, who think they can take what was never theirs-I will show them what a dance of destruction truly looks like. Every yuga, when man thinks he is god, my god rises to remind them who the real one is. But this time, he is not alone. He has me. I am Vellayi. The Devadasi of Srirangam. The one they call a living goddess. But to him... I am just his simple love. All my life, I have lived, breathed, and danced for only one. To me, he is everything. My Ranga. © Ival_Nidhi_Writes 2025 All rights reserved.

🌟VIBE🌟 "I didn't even realize I was falling... until I'd already fallen." - her, finally seeing it. "That's okay. I saw it in your eyes long before you did." - him, softly smug. "What do you want then?" she asked, her voice a little shaky now. He looked right into her eyes. "You." She swallowed hard. "That's not possible, Achyu. I'm leaving for Hyderabad next week." "I promise," he said. "In this one week, I'll make you fall in love with me so madly... you won't even think about leaving. You'll forget where Hyderabad even is. She smirked, playful glint in her eyes. "Try chesko. But remember... you've only got one week." She freed her hand, gave him a cheeky smile, and ran down the stairs, hiding a blush. Achyuth just stood there for a moment, smiling like an idiot - a very in-love idiot - before heading back downstairs too. Will she fall for him in just one week? Can love fix what time and distance have broken? And what really happens... after the week ends? She said she's leaving. He said he'll make her stay. ✨'WITHIN A WEEK'✨ is a two-part ride: 🌸 Part One: All about soft moments, late-night confessions, and innocent flirting-the kind of love that makes your heart feel like a warm cup of chai. 🔥 Part Two: When feelings get real and things get complicated... will love be enough? Note: No drama in the beginning. Just vibes. Pure, rom-com vibes. So sit back, relax, and let this story wrap around your heart like your favorite blanket.

ASHANGI'S FF Cop with Forensic 🚔👮🕵️ She looked at him longingly as if her life depends on him. "Athana...antha ponnuku kalyanam pesiyachi...leave here and go away to safeguard your life" He: Intha oora vitu nan intha ponnoda than poven ..evan Kuruka vanthalum nan paathukuren... She: Prechana vena polam pls...Ilana neeyachum po He: vitutu pogava di nan vanthan... "Athepadi ma poga mudium..nee Inga vaa...avana vitutu.." She held his hand tightly. "Kalyanam panikama intha oora vitu poga mudiyathu..." A voice came from nowhere, both turned their head and looked for the voice, saw a young girl in her late 20s winked at her. Some random people: Ama pa...kalyanam nadakama oru adi kooda eduthu Vekka koodathu... He dragged her to the temple. A few people followed. He: Chellamey Kovil ku vantha saami kumbidanum da.... He said with a stern tone... She clasped her palms and closed her eyes and stood before the idol. After a few minutes when she opened her eyes, he was tying the nuptial chain, the yellow thread tied with turmeric. She was hell shocked and the tears made their way from her eyes. He did not even face her eyes and his concentration was on tying the thread. The young girl took photos without everyone's knowledge. People who followed him in the temple were shocked. After tying, he held her hand and pulled her closer. He: Now she is my wife...ennoda pondati...ipa ivala kootitu poga enaku urimai iruku la... Ithukumela evanachum thaduthinga... He took gun from his back He: Nethila bullet ah erakitu poite irupen... With that the he again dragged his wife and went from there leaving the people in shock and fear and as he held the gun... #1 Wattpad #7 ashwinkumar (06.12.2023)

"So, should I take it as a 'yes' Dharani?", Acharya asked me looking straight into my eyes as if he is reading my expressions. I immediately looked down trying to compose myself and hide my feelings before he actually reads them. "Or would you like to take your word bac...." "It's a yes," I replied confidently. Taking your word back is the worst thing you could do in a royal family. It is a sign of weakness and is just unacceptable. Moreover, I am pretty sure Arjun would never agree to marry me. So why should I be the one to reject. "What about you, Arjun?" asked King Indra turning towards his son. "You remember what you told yesterday right?" he said signaling Arjun about something. The room was filled with absolute silence and I realized that the only sound that could be heard is that of my bangles, and that is because my right hand is slightly shivering. "Umm...father....I, " Arjun stuttered perhaps for the first time in his life, "accept....accept... this marriage proposal." I looked at Arjun in disbelief. My eyes widened and I didn't know how but my hand was already on my forehead. I didn't expect this from him. Why in the world would he want to marry me? He hates the way I look at the world. He wants everyone to be as heartless as him and I would never be able to do that. "Dangerously kind" is the word he used to describe me a while ago. We wouldn't even make good friends, let alone life partners. How in the world could we live together? "So it's official. You both are going to get married," king Indra said smiling while Acharya was writing something on a paper as if he already knew this is not going to be all love love. "This is more of an agreement king," he said as he wrote down, "and they knew it. They were eavesdropping on our conversation from the beginning." True, we heard them. We understood what they had planned, but we didn't want to get married. At least I didn't.....

#1 all INDIA RANK ON 26oct 28 oct 3 march MAY JUNE and many more!! #1 die bollywood warriors cute ISHWASA X MUBARIZ Jab mohobbat itni badh jaye ki wo lafjon me bayan na ki ja sake to koi tareeka to chahiye na apni mehram ko batane ka ki unse mohobbat kitni beshumar ho gayi hai. Bas mahroo hamare bhi lafj khatam ho gaye hain, itni betahasha mohobbat ho gayi hai aapse ki ab appke jarre jarre par hamara nam likhne ka jee chahta h. Apne aap ko aap ko saupane ka jee chahta hai. Aapko is kadr khud me samana chahte hain ki khuda khud bhi aapko hamse juda na kar paye." " When love gets so much increased that it can not be described in words then we need to find a way to tell our beloved about how much we love them that how much we love them. Mahroo my words too felt finished. I love you so damn much that I want my name to be imprinted on each and every pore of your body. I want to submit myself to you now. I want you to diffuse in me such a way that god himself could not be able to put us apart." He again claimed my lips but this time I can feel the urgency, the desperation in his actions which I never felt before. He always kiss me lovingly and slowly but this one was totally opposite. His hands roamed on my entire waist but when he traced my belly button with his fingers a sound escaped my lips without my permission," Ahhhmmm". My body shaking with the sensations and he left my lips only to look into my eyes. Reviews~~~ * his actions are so intense🔥🔥 *Ahhhhhh 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 Oops sorry 🐛🐛🐛🐛 *lots of love 💖💖💖to the author ❤️❤️ I can never forget this story. ..... 👍🏻👍🏻 *ahhh aree ariz ❤️🩹😭🤌🏻 ek ariz to me bhi deserve karti hu na ??.me good girl hu 🙂 *Haayeeee Bhaisab sharam aa gyi ye pad ke toh *Taking ss of these lines and keeping them in my notes to show my future husband😭 ( or abhi 18 ki hu mein 🤡). These are just too good.✨🌹 *Marry me khwahish💖😘 Give it a ch

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