18+ A collection of Thamizh stories written in English (predominantly) featuring Thamizh characters from a diverse range of backgrounds (i.e. India, Ilankai, Malaysia, Singapore, and diasporic communities). These will be romantic in nature and will portray love found in various moments and situations. Most stories will be positive and will depict non-toxic love. If toxic love is portrayed, it is to reflect reality and would not promote toxic relationships. Most chapters will contain mature scenes, themes, and language (iykyk). Reader discretion is advised.

Book 1 of Bhairavan Clan series 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚 𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 ｘ𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢 🏹☄️☀️ The door creaked open, Pari walked - Each step calculated. Surya was so lost in anger that he didn't notice her. The candles were burning - mirroring his frustration. The reflection of the planters glistening of the water. His eyes were closed. The steam didn't seem to help. The warm water was supposed to cool his anger. It didn't. Pari tossed her dupatta aside, it landed straight at his discarded clothes. That's when he felt it - her presence. The familiar scent. The familiar anklet sound. "Yuvaraaj" Pari's voice echoed. Sweet yet seductive. "P- Pari ?" Was it a hallucination ? Is this real ? Or the result of his clouded mind ? "Hmm. Pari" She replied. A soft smile playing on her lips. He noticed, How the blue blouse was clinging for its dear life. The sheer skirt now drowned inside the water. The clinging sound of her bangles and anklets - always tested his patience. Pari came face to face with him. The water's surface trembled under her presence. Even the bathe water knew she was the one in charge right at the moment. "Why are you here, Pari ?" He asked, forcing his eyes to meet hers. Hie heart thumped against his chest. "Why can't I, your highness ?" Their breaths mingled. He diverted his gaze to the marble floor. She turned his jaw, making him face her. Surya had never seen her assert this much dominance. He knew the power she had over him. "Chellam...My mind is not in the right state. You should go." "I know, Yuvaraaj. I heard" Her thumb caressed his cheeks. Like a soft whisper, like the anchor which keeps him sane. Her eyes said the words her lips couldn't. She wanted him to stop finding ways. She wanted him to end what was between them. That's what she said to herself. But the foolish heart knew, she wanted him. His love. Surya

He is an Introvert ; She is an Extrovert. He is Uncaring ; She is Caring. He is Strict ; She is Lenient. He is Perfect ; She is Imperfect. What if two people are from different poles get married to each other in an unexpected situation. Will they give their marriage life a chance or do they break part?? Join in to witness the tale of Adi and Tara Another Ashangi Fanfiction Tanglish story

Maivizhi. A girl with dusky skin, faces a lot from the society and the relatives, lives in a fantasy world but believes that fantasy doesn't belong to her. Madhiyazhagan. A pookie and poriki mix with dusky skin and well built body, loved by his family and waiting to show his love to his life partner. 🗣️🗣️ Dusky skin? Will she get a groom? Is she deserve to be loved? Will maivizhi able to create her fantasy world in real?? ****************************************** Get ready to witness how maivizhi found her dream prince in an arranged marriage. 🌷✨

"I have never done this before." he whispered while cupping her face. "Me too" she said looking at his eyes. "What? You... You have... I thought..." he stammered. Her eyes widened in realization of what he could have thought about her. "Don't tell me you also believed in the rumors our office talking about." she chided at him. "I... I am sorry. It didn't matter to me. And it doesn't matter what your past was. So I didn't take into consideration of other possible ways." he tried to explain his blunder mistake of touching her nerve. She shook her head at disappointment. "I thought you are different from others. But no. Even you also thought so low me. Just leave." she pointed her hand towards the door. "Please understand. I didn't mean it like that." he wanted to tell her why he thought like that. He never believed in rumors when he himself was victim of a gossiping group. "Whatever it is we will talk tomorrow. I want to be alone. So leave now" she whisper yelled as she didn't want to wake her baby sleeping in adjacent room. ***************************************** A short story about how two lonely hearts are destined to end up with each other.

A Royal Romance .... Royalty doesn't always come with Loyalty, people tend to change.... Two Brothers , Two sisters .... Who will get married to whom ???? Lets travel with them to know ....

Say it again. "I love you..." He leaned in, so close she felt his breath, and whispered: "Never... Say that to me again." He's a ruthless lawyer with no heart. She's a café owner. He wants to break her. She won't back down. "You're going to ruin me," He whispered against her skin. Then his mouth finally found hers, slow, deep, consuming.

"He wants what's under my saree❤‍🔥" She's a strict, no-nonsense professor, new to a college ruled by fear. He's a reckless, cruel politician's son who thinks rules don't apply to him. When their worlds collide, control melts, boundaries vanish, and a fire of lust and obsession rages too hot, too wild, and far too irresistible to escape.

He wants her body, not her heart. She wants to silence the world. 💍 "We signed papers, not hearts... but fate had other plans." She never believed in love. He never believed in trust. One desperate deal, one binding contract-and suddenly they are husband and wife. What starts as a cold, calculated arrangement soon spirals into something neither of them expected: stolen glances, forbidden desires, and a war between pride and passion. But contracts have clauses, and love... has no expiration date. Will they survive the rules they made, or will the fine print ruin them forever?

As I sank deeper into the blissful comfort, a gentle warmth enveloped me, stirring my senses. I shifted, seeking more comfort, and nestled my head into the soft-yet-firm pillow I'd been cradling for what felt like an eternity. But the warmth soon spread to my cheeks, beckoning me to surrender further. Just as I realized my tranquil slumber was ending, the soft morning light danced across my eyelids, and I succumbed to its gentle persuasion. As my eyes opened, I froze, startled. Instead of a pillow, my head rested on the chiseled, bare torso of a man I never imagined sharing a bed with. Panic set in, and I hastily lifted my throbbing head. My favorite peacock blue chiffon saree lay rumpled on the floor, a stark reminder of the previous night's events. Memories flooded back: Didi's reception, the stinging fat-shaming comments, the four shots of some unknown shit, and the desperate longing to shed my perpetual singleton status. Shame, guilt, and anguish welled up, threatening tears to spill out. Ignoring my pounding heart and aching head, I sat up and swung my legs over the bed, ready to flee. But a warm hand enveloped my freezing wrist, halting my escape. "Where are you going?" a deep, velvety voice whispered, sending shivers down my spine. ******* At 23, Antara had resigned herself to perpetual singleness, blaming her curvaceous figure for her lack of romantic prospects. To shield herself from potential heartache, she'd developed a carefree facade, deflecting inquiries about her love life with a dismissive smile. Yet, beneath this veneer, Antara nurtured secret dreams forged from childhood fairy tales of Cinderella and Princess Tora. Despite societal beauty standards overshadowing her own, she clung to the ancient myth of the red thread - the invisible bond connecting two destined souls. Antara secretly hopes that the universe has destined her to be with someone whose gentle touches have already sparked a deep emotional connection within her.