When two hearts are secretly entwined, only one realizes the rhythm they share. As her unaware heart slowly awakens to the silent love around her, the world blossoms - like a still lake blooming with lotuses. Revathi, an art teacher whose colors speak more than her words, finds herself drawn to Arjun, a grounded yet introspective software engineer. She is the art he longs to cherish. He is the blank canvas she never thought she'd paint upon. What unfolds when the one who types meets the one who paints? ✨ Read more to discover the journey of love, longing, and serendipity in Revathi: His Heart's Lotus. Book 2: in the series Saptapdi. Can be read as standalone. No relation to previous story or characters just the theme is similar. Which is marriage.

| Completed in Scrollstck | Arranged marriages: the ultimate gamble where your happily-ever-after hinges on a profile pic and a painfully dull bio. Scary, right? For thirty-one-year-old Srinidhi Shankaran, though, love is a luxury she can't afford. Society's already slapped the "expired" tag on her, so she ditches the romance circus altogether. Instead, she dives headfirst into the chaotic world of matrimonial websites, armed with nothing but determination and a ticking clock. After facing rejection from enough grooms to make her question her existence, she finally stumbles upon one who agrees to marry her. Will she settle for her plain, uneventful life of companionship or will her husband, Mr. Aneesh Muralidharan, stir up those inconvenient, unwelcome emotions people call "love"? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language and sexual content. ------ One of the standalone stories from the 'Mad Love' series. ------ [Updated every Saturday; Faster updates in Scrollstck] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 250K to 300K] ----- © 2025 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

Story of loving without hope or expectation. She never believes he will be hers, yet she stays-through ordinary moments and unspoken feelings. It's about choosing love even when it feels pointless,and discovering that somehow, it still becomes theirs.

Opposite attracts But... What if Both have same nature. This story has a beautiful blend of family warmth, character depth, and an unfolding connection between Randhir and Sanyukta. The contrast between Randhir's shy, reserved nature and Sanyukta's innocent yet expressive personality adds intrigue. Copyright Notice This story and its characters are the original work of the author. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or adaptation of any part of this work without explicit permission is strictly prohibited. All rights are reserved by the creator. If you wish to share or reference this work, please provide proper credit to the author.

Kiyana has spent her whole life shrinking herself-her voice, her body, her dreams. But everything changes when she marries Riyan Rathore, the cold, feared CEO who built an empire without ever letting anyone close. Except her. The world calls her unlucky. His family calls her not good enough. But Riyan calls her mine. The CEO known for his rage turns gentle only for her - but becomes a nightmare to anyone who insults her. Every night he finds peace only in her arms-his storm quieting on her soft, warm chest. Every day she learns she is worthy of being loved, not in spite of who she is... but because of it. As Kiyana battles insecurity and the shadows of her past, Riyan becomes her shield. As Riyan confronts enemies, expectations, and the darkness he hides, Kiyana becomes the only person who can bring the storm to its knees. A story of healing, obsession, power, and a love that refuses to break.

In this village, two lives are about to be changed forever. Anand Varma-the Sarpanch's son, feared by all, with wealth, authority, and a reputation written in blood. Lavanya-a quiet, chubby girl from a middle-class agricultural family, living a world of small joys and careful routines. They are not meant to meet. They are not meant to notice each other. And they are definitely not meant to fall in love. But when paths cross in a village where everyone watches, silence begins to speak. Who falls first? Who falls harder? And what does it cost to choose courage-or softness-when the world is always watching? When the Darkness Falls Softly is a story of fear, love, and the invisible rules that govern a village. Some loves change lives. Some loves destroy worlds.

Manju has never believed in being chosen. She has learned to take up little space, to exist quietly, to be grateful for what doesn't ask too much of her. Her body, her presence-she has made peace with them in her own way. Then there is Raghav. Always respectful. Always distant. Always looking when he thinks she isn't aware. She doesn't know when his glances began to matter. Only that they do. And that the space between them feels filled with something fragile, something terrifying, something that might be love.

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.

I was desired but never loved. I was a choice but never chosen. I was the maybe, but never the one. What if Karna was never the hero we believed him to be? Reborn in Kaliyuga, he carries no memory of his past life.. Only an unexplainable rage, a haunting curse, and a destiny that refuses to leave him untouched. The world sees a man of power and pride. But beneath it lies something fractured and unfinished. And then there is HER... A woman who feels like déjà vu. A presence that calms the storm within him... and awakens a longing he cannot control. She loves him when he is unworthy of it. She challenges him when no one else dares. And just when he begins to see her... she walks away. As souls from his previous life are reborn around him, old loyalties, rivalries, and sins begin to surface. This is not a story of easy redemption. It is a story of love, karma, and a man who must decide if will he choose differently this time?

She never asked for this marriage. He never learned how to love without control. Vasu is fierce, stubborn, and impossible to bend. Vijendra is dominant, angry, and used to getting his way. What starts as a forced bond becomes a battlefield of tempers- a war of stolen glances, sharp words, and a tension neither dares to name. But somewhere between the arguments and the accidental tenderness... something shifts. Something dangerous. Something neither of them planned for. Is it love quietly blooming beneath the chaos- or just fate tying two unwilling hearts tighter with every passing day?