Vaidehi Rao, a cherished daughter raised like a princess, visits the mysterious village of Rudravanam during Sankranthi with her friends. But her beauty catches the eye of Adhiraaj Varma, the feared Jamendar who decides she will be his at any cost. Threatening her parents' lives, he forces her into a marriage she never chose. Trapped inside his ancestral mansion, Vaidehi begins to sense something deeply unsettling about the village - strange midnight rituals, silent villagers, and a secret everyone seems to obey. As fear slowly turns into suspicion, she realizes her marriage may be tied to something far darker than power. What is the ancient force ruling Rudravanam... and what fate awaits her within it?

Two officers who love differently- one protects with restraint, the other with fire. They don't fall apart because love ends, they fall apart because duty demands silence.

"A man who mistook money for safety... and a woman who taught him love is something you protect"

"Sshhh... wait a second." He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. "What?" I snapped. "Your eyes... when did they become so... beautiful?" he slurred, staring like I'd sprouted stars overnight. "Go home, you drunkard!" I shoved at him, trying to break free. He ignored me, gripping my chin tighter, stepping close. "And your nose... it used to look worse than a clown's. Why does it look... different?" His finger traced the tip. "Veer! Did you even notice? I got plastic surgery this morning!" I forced a fake smile and stomped hard on his foot. He yelped and stumbled back, but before I could walk away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. "Why do your lips... look so good today?" His gaze locked on mine. "Go inside, or I'll shove you off this corridor myself and tell everyone you slipped because you're drunk!" I wrenched my wrist free. "Maybe it's the saree... or maybe I just had a little too much," he said, voice low, eyes still on my lips. "Fuck off!" I snapped, my patience gone. He tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face, hair falling over his forehead. "We hate each other... don't we?" "Yes! You asshole!" I yelled, turning to slide the key into my door. "Good! Just wanted to confirm... Oh, and Yams?" His voice followed me as I slammed the door. I froze, keys trembling in my hand. "You'll love the blow I have planned for you tomorrow." My stomach sank. I already knew it wasn't going to be good. Shit. He's definitely up to something wicked. Fucking Veer. *** Veer of Apt 302 and Yamini of Apt 303. Everyone in Sahaja Residency knows this combo. They hate each other. They thrive on getting under each other's skin. Since when? Since the day they met. What do they do? Endless pranks. Relentless revenge. Daily chaos. But what happens when the universe decides to mess with them? They say the line between hate and love is dangerously thin... The question is-where exactly is that line, and who's going to cross it first?

Kabir Mehra, a popular lawyer who comes from a rich family. His family wanted him to become the heir of their company but he chose his own line. His life was fun and joy until one day at his 30th birthday his family forces him to get married. He refused and on his way to airport he met a car accident. His life changed , he had to marry a girl whom he never even talked to . ........ He entered the room to see that his bride was on floor doing something. He came close and she turned and gave him a sweet and bright smile and said" Chali uncle Ludo khelte hain. Aap mere dost hona ". He couldn't believe what he just saw. Aaira was a 24 year old yet she behaved like a 8 year old . Join this journey where he himself is her Healer and afflicter. Will he accept her or make fun of her hate her . #1 childishness #3 caring #2 lovestory

In a rainy mountain town, the prestigious Vidhya Mandir stands divided- one half destined to Sidharth Sagar, the other half to Sanjana, the girl the town chooses to overlook. Sanjana has grown up in the shadows of the institution-unwanted, unwelcome, and burdened by a past she never created. Sidharth carries wounds deeper than anyone knows, shaped by a tragedy he can't forget. Their worlds were meant to stay apart... until fate forces them into a bond neither expected nor understands. Between hidden loyalties, buried truths, and a legacy scarred by rivalry, Sanjana and Sidharth must navigate a connection that challenges everything they've believed. Some inherit power. Some inherit pain. And some inherit a storm that ties their fates together.

In silence, one blossomed in hatred, the other in love. *** "Kadavule, please take care of my Anni (sister-in-law) from this buffalo," Kathir teases, making a big show of his worry. I laugh and slap him lightly on the back. "Stop being dramatic. I'll see you on campus." "Look there," Kathir points to a patch of paddy fields along the road. I see her. Nandhini. She's walking along a narrow path between the fields, almost to the road. "I'm going." I jump off the bike, my heart racing. Just to get closer to her. Kathir zooms off, leaving me behind. Nandhini's already reached the road and is walking toward the bus stop. I keep a careful distance, only about ten feet behind her. Her long braid sways with each step, adorned with jasmine flowers. The way her hair moves, the way she walks-it's beautiful. I love everything about her. But I know I need to control my feelings. I'll wait until she's comfortable with me before I show her how I feel. I know she's aware of me following her. I can see the stiffness in her shoulders as she quickens her pace. She glances back at me. I smile and wink. She huffs and pouts, annoyed. Cute. I laugh, shaking my head. I love teasing her. *** Bear with the first few chapters. Afterward, it starts getting better. A 90s Sweet Village Romance♡♡♡ This story is fictional. All rights reserved. Story Rankings: #2 #shy #5 #traditional #23 #southindian #20 #secretlove #18 #indianstory #8 #strongheroine #15 #wattyawards #42 #90s Cover photo @pininterest.

He was meant to marry her sister...until she ran away. blind and bitter , sanidhya Malhotra never wanted a wife quite and unwanted marriage they are strangers in the same home _ until slow-burning passion threaten to rewrite the vows they never chose