She gave them everything. Now she wants something back - herself. She was the perfect daughter. The obedient student. The responsible breadwinner. But never... her own person. Madhu has lived her entire life following rules that weren't hers - studying the subjects chosen for her, working the job expected of her, gifting every piece of her happiness to her family's pride. But behind the smiles and Diwali gifts is a woman suffocating in silence. When a taste of freedom tempts her - nightlife, independence, love - everything unravels. And when her family finds out, they threaten to take the one thing she truly wants: her work, her space, her voice. Now, for the first time in her life, Madhu must decide - keep living someone else's story, or finally run away and write her own. A raw, emotional journey of self-discovery, rebellion, and finding love in unexpected places.

Gently Falls Mounam | If my Life was Directed by Maniratnam and the background score given by illayaraja Some stories are whispered in silences. From the quiet corners of late-night bus stops to the hush between two drifting hearts, this collection of short stories explores the fragile, the fleeting, and the forgotten. Told with tender lyricism and cinematic grace, Gently Falls the Mounam unravels the ache of unsaid goodbyes, the warmth of fading memories, and the quiet strength of longing. Each tale is a window into lives paused in moments of reflection, where silence speaks louder than words. From crowded temples to empty train stations, from restless dreams to moonlit rooftops - these are stories of ordinary people, unspoken emotions, and that delicate line between what was and what could've been. If life had a background score, this would be it.

"We said we were going to climb a mountain. We didn't know the mountain would climb into us." It started as a reunion plan that sounded just wild enough to work - a trek to Everest Base Camp. Ten friends. A mix of lovers, ex-lovers, half-lovers, and total strangers. Nostalgia, ego, and adrenaline disguised as adventure. For her, it was supposed to be closure. A clean break from the ghosts of her past - the almost-love that ghosted her, the unrequited crush who never even looked her way, the girls who once felt like sisters. She thought she'd hike through it all and come back lighter. Freer. But the altitude thins more than just the air. Secrets rise when breath gets short. Desire doesn't die in the cold - it sharpens. And the mountain doesn't care about your past, your plans, or who you thought you were. Up here, there are no filters. Only choices. Regret. Survival. And some of them... won't make it down. __________________________________________________________________ This is a story for you if your someone too stuck in the past dismays or too taken by the future's worry . Join along this intense sharp turn into Yazhini's life .

"""Each night she would ask him by his ears as he would assault her tender body, "You dont love me, do you ?". Every day would end and begin with her struggle by the bed. She would feel as thou she is a mere doll in his hands. All she could do is mourn and cry in pain as she held his dick in her hands and slowly licking from the shaft right back up to the tip before she sucked . She had to take him in her mouth with pure disgust, as she would hear him moan. She could'nt tell if it was from his frustration, lust or both . "For fuck sakes, Jemima Stop the fucking teasing", He would smirk as if he dint want it. He would take a hand full of her hair pulling her up, and laying her back. He would tease her rough nipples with his veiny fingers, and bite them, no sorry. He smiles looking at her eyes as tears continue to roll down her pale cheeks , which were done bearing the pain. "Dont you want to finish what i started", He would ask as he picked up his pace. She would grabbed her fist full of sheets as he slid his cock....""" ****************** WARNING ****************** This story contains Mature theme, Sex, abusive language, Drugs, Substances and violence so make sure you read em with caution.