"How do we know if we are doing things the right way? I wanted to learn everything about intimacy so I can please you in every possible way. I even wondered about how long a man usually lasts. I want to explore everything with you. And if there's something you want me to do, tell me. I don't want this to be just about me asking for what I want. I want it to be about us." "Oh my God, are you carrying me? Please put me down. I don't want you to strain your back because of my weight." *************************************** Aakash never believed in love. He is reserved, introverted and carry a past he never speaks about. He enters marriage not with hope but with obligation. To him, it's just another responsibility he wished to carry out. Meenakshi enters the same marriage carrying a different battle. She is curvy, soft-hearted and full of warmth but weighed down by years of insecurity. She has learned to smile through judgment, to laugh through whispers and to expect less than she deserves. An arranged marriage ties them together. He is a man of silence. She learns to see his care hidden within it. But is silent care enough for a lifetime together? What begins as two strangers under one roof slowly turns into something neither of them expected in the quiet moments, in accidental touches, in shared meals, in silent protection and in unspoken understanding. This is not a loud love story. It is a slow one. When a broken man and an insecure woman choose to stand by each other, the healing turns into perfection and a love slowly becomes obsession. A story of curves, scars, healing and a love that learns to stay.

Set in a traditional South Indian village, the story follows Vidhya, a quiet twenty-two-year-old woman caught between duty, tradition, and unspoken longing. Raised in her maternal home after her father's death, she harbors a deep, secret love for her uncle Vijay-a stern yet caring man whose concern for her contrasts with his emotional distance.The story explores restraint, generational conflict, and the quiet pain of loving someone one is never meant to choose.

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. (Mont

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 and untold pain, faces a lot from the society and the relatives. She 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. Has a hidden past, 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.