When ambitious architecture student Vaidehi finds herself tangled in a slow-burning, forbidden relationship with her dangerously charming professor, Prashant, lines blur between mentorship and desire. What starts as secret glances in the studio turns into late-night rendezvous, stolen kisses on college trips, and undeniable chemistry that threatens to unravel their carefully built worlds. As passion deepens into something more, they're forced to confront what they're willing to risk for a connection that defies all rules. VAIDEHI A brilliant, sharp-witted final-year architecture student with a wild streak she's careful to hide. She's confident but also introspective-used to being in control until one particular professor begins unraveling her carefully kept boundaries. Her fashion sense is a mix of laid-back oversized shirts, short shorts, and flowy skirts-always casual but somehow magnetic. Underneath her teasing and sass lies someone craving real connection, even when her playful mouth says otherwise. PRASHANT In his late twenties , Prashant is the mysterious and intimidatingly hot visiting faculty member-known for his commanding presence, piercing gaze, and strict teaching style. Under the crisp shirts and rolled-up sleeves is a man with discipline, power, and an undeniable draw. With a hidden soft side he only lets one person see, Prashant battles his restraint constantly, especially when it comes to Vaidehi -his biggest temptation and distraction.

Is love a thread or merely a stitch? Is love the deep and unbroken connection that sustains over time like a thread or a temporary hold as a stitch? ***** Some love stories are written in fire. Theirs was stitched in silence, frayed at the edges, tangled in pride, yet never truly torn apart. Vibha is the thread, steady and strong, carrying the weight of her dreams and the hopes of everyone who looks up to her. She moves through life with grace and purpose, always holding things together even when it's hard. Bhadri is the stitch. Sometimes loose. Sometimes tight. Never perfect. He wanders in and out of moments, sometimes careless, sometimes forgetful, but never unwilling to try again. She's the girl who shows up for everything and he's the boy who runs late even to his own life. She loves him like a strong thread. Not for what he could become but for who he already was beneath the clutter of his lazy world. For the heart that stitched every cut it caused slowly, sincerely. Bhadri never loved in grand gestures. He stitched. With a hand-written note slipped under her door. With her favourite tea brought to her after a long day. With the way he sat beside her, without a word, when she needed silence more than solutions. Their love story is not smooth or flawless. It's a delicate dance between holding on and healing, between breaking and binding. Because real love isn't just the endless thread that lasts. It's also the stitches. Small acts of care, quiet repairs made over and over again, the promise to stay even when things unravel. She was the thread that kept them from falling apart. He was the stitch that tried to make it whole again, every single time. This is not a perfect love story. It's a fragile one. A real one. Of threads broken, and stitches made. In between these threads and stitches, Vibha and Bhadri find their love-imperfect, enduring, and deeply theirs. ****** •South-Indian story. •May contain grammatical mistakes. •Mature content.

(ONGOING) "We meet to part & we part to meet. Such is the art of our love we live". Beauty of love lies in pain. Unless you know how it feels to be pricked by a thorn of rose you can never decipher how soft the petals are. Love is selfsame of this rose. Anirudh Roy Chowdhury, a 27 year old charming barrister in a undefined cesspool due to his emotions for his 15 year old child bride, Bondita Roy Chowdhury. After the conundrum of bi-marriage he sprinted towards the path of redemption, to ameliorate their crumbled relationship. 3 years have passed like this, changing equations between them. The sweet jovial & romantic Anirudh was returning in him on the other hand, sugariness started fading from her. One broke all the walls around his heart claming her to be his responsibility and the other reinforced walls around her heart for being just his responsibility. Ironically equilibrium state always existed. Will love bloom in their relationship? Or Anirudh's one sided platonic love will become a curse for his child bride pushing them into something they were not ready for? Something that effects them both emotionally and physically?

In a city of lights and lies, she was the truth he never dared write. A forbidden romance between a fallen director and a fearless storyteller-where love isn't the escape, it's the reckoning.

Shaswati Roy Chowdhury had an insatiable love for mysteries, as if being a detective was second nature to her. But what happens when she finds herself caught in a labyrinth of secrets, deceit, and hidden truths? Innocent hearts clash against the cruel realities of the world, where lies lurk in the shadows, waiting to ensnare the unwary. As night and day blur together, the Roy Chowdhury princess becomes entangled in a web of deception-one that threatens to change her forever.

What if a marriage meant to protect slowly turned into something neither of them could name? (Ranking #2 in womanpower #4 in Barrister babu #5 in anidita #5 in colorstv #7 in bittersweet #12 in heartwarming) Here, Manorama doesn't exist,and marriage annulment didn't happen.

In the 1920s India's aesthetic era , London returned barrister 24 year old anirudh roy choudhury find himself getting arranged marriage with a 12 years old girl whom he always adore as his little child princess , his shona whom he vowed to protect since he first time hold her in his hand as newborn , questions flowing one by one through his mind and getting stuck in his mind exploding waves of absurd fears and responsibilities. will he able to love her? will he able to ever see her as his wife? will he able to adore her protect her share their pure bond like before? Bondita das , our cute little bubble naughty girl whose soul and eyes filled with immense purity and innocence and outer appearance delicately resembles little Durga. Anyone can lost in her mesmerizing innocent smile and she can make anyone vowed down defeated for her wishes and stubborness with those of her big round moon Sparkle puppy eyes mostly anirudh's weakness afterall she is his 'jeene ki wahaj' his 'dil ka sukoon' and she also love her 'sakha bahu' ( soon to be her pati bahu) the most. LET'S see how their fate get tangled in a relationship they never expected....will destiny destroy their pure& peaceful bond?