Cupid, a celestial being tasked with spreading love among mortals, receives an unexpected opportunity to fulfill his long-pending assignment: to make Avinash (Avi) Rajendran, a wealthy and emotionally guarded young man, fall in love. With the help of divine intervention, Cupid assumes the guise of a human and descends to Earth, embarking on a mission to thaw Avi's icy heart and awaken his capacity for love. Meanwhile, Avi navigates the complexities of his privileged yet tumultuous life, haunted by the tragic loss of his mother and harboring deep-seated resentment towards love and emotional vulnerability. Enter Ananya, a cheerful and optimistic young woman whose unwavering kindness and infectious smile captivate Avi's attention. As Cupid and Ananya's paths converge with Avi's, they find themselves drawn into a whirlwind of emotions and desires, each grappling with their own inner demons and insecurities. Amidst the backdrop of familial discord and societal expectations, they embark on a journey of self-discovery, learning to trust in the transformative power of love and forgiveness. Will Cupid/Shakthi succeed in his mission to make Avi fall in love? And will Avi and Ananya overcome their past traumas and societal barriers to embrace a future filled with hope and happiness?

"So, should I take it as a 'yes' Dharani?", Acharya asked me looking straight into my eyes as if he is reading my expressions. I immediately looked down trying to compose myself and hide my feelings before he actually reads them. "Or would you like to take your word bac...." "It's a yes," I replied confidently. Taking your word back is the worst thing you could do in a royal family. It is a sign of weakness and is just unacceptable. Moreover, I am pretty sure Arjun would never agree to marry me. So why should I be the one to reject. "What about you, Arjun?" asked King Indra turning towards his son. "You remember what you told yesterday right?" he said signaling Arjun about something. The room was filled with absolute silence and I realized that the only sound that could be heard is that of my bangles, and that is because my right hand is slightly shivering. "Umm...father....I, " Arjun stuttered perhaps for the first time in his life, "accept....accept... this marriage proposal." I looked at Arjun in disbelief. My eyes widened and I didn't know how but my hand was already on my forehead. I didn't expect this from him. Why in the world would he want to marry me? He hates the way I look at the world. He wants everyone to be as heartless as him and I would never be able to do that. "Dangerously kind" is the word he used to describe me a while ago. We wouldn't even make good friends, let alone life partners. How in the world could we live together? "So it's official. You both are going to get married," king Indra said smiling while Acharya was writing something on a paper as if he already knew this is not going to be all love love. "This is more of an agreement king," he said as he wrote down, "and they knew it. They were eavesdropping on our conversation from the beginning." True, we heard them. We understood what they had planned, but we didn't want to get married. At least I didn't.....

She is Bubbly, He is Arrogant She is the ray of sunshine, He is full of darkness. This story about an plus size woman and an handsome man. Both are thrown together in the name of marriage. He expects everything to be perfect whereas, She do whatever pleases her. He wants a perfect and beautiful girl to be a partner in order to show off, but he got her. Lets see, whether the marriage will be an disaster or happily ever after. Warning: This is my first story in Wattpad and am new to writing too. If you are in need of perfect book with zero flaws . Then this book is not your cup of coffee. If still want to give it a try , please bear with me. Its an unedited version. Please bear with it. Many typo errors will be there. As I write this story in my phone. Start date : 18th March 2021 End date: 22nd May 2021

PS:Its a triangle love story This story is going based around Ashok,Sreya,Aadhthiya these three.Come and see the turns of them in their life. Genre:Rom-Com Featuring:Ashaangi

It's just a imagination story of two individuals one is star in cinema industry he is king in Kollywood.... where as other one is just innocent.... for her he only his saftest place.. for him she is just a pure soul... let's see their journey..... How they tied with unexpected circumstances....

What happens when a simple Indian conservative girl marries an unknown man? She is just thought from the very childhood that marriage is very sacred and is something that must be cherished for a lifelong. she too believes that her post married life will be romantic just like a romantic novel. Will life give a different version of romance in her life?? will it even be romance? or something which a normal Indian girl will never expect? The tradition of India and foreign is very different. The same difference comes between the two individuals. Will it ever be changed? Will they accept each other? 100% break the cliché story. Disclaimer: Not meant to hurt anyone's feelings. Just a work of fiction, purely of my imagination. **Many readers found chapter 14 abrupt and commented a lot to change it. Before you misjudge that chapter, I would suggest you to read till the end so that you can get to know the story better ** Achievement: 2nd place in THE FANFICTION AWARDS 2021 in MaNan category. Word count: 16,687

The one who loves silence met the one who never had any idea about it! Shreya was the one who loves silence but Prabha was the exact opposite! Opposite by opinions but united in LOVE! Peep into know more! An Ashaangi Short Story! Collab with @Meenakshi_1511

She desired a man who would love her with all his heart, but the Universe gave her the extreme of what she asked for. Tears fell down her eyes as she realized that her whole life since her childhood was not secluded but under his scrutiny. She gazed the darkened sky through the closed window which reflected her clouded heart, but soon she felt his presence behind her. 'I'm not the one for you..' she said. 'Irukalam, but I have got exactly the girl I wanted..' he murmured in her ear, and her body turned to ice. Her mind fought to calm. There were people not so far away from where she was kept, yet she felt lonely. 'You are the one girl that made me risk everything for a future worth having..' His lips trailed along her neck while she gripped the railing of the window while hot tears dropped down her eyes. 'You're crying..' his lips closed over hers. A kiss so passionate that time faded and stopped. It sucked her breath away. Searing heat swept through her - pain and pleasure throbbed through her veins. With a helpless moan, she gave in but realized with a shock when the kiss has ended. 'Listen, you are mine! that's it! ini yaaru nenachalum adha matha mudiyadhu..' And he craved her. Not like an addiction, but an obsession. He loved her, everything about her and she slowly invaded his senses, conquering his heart. The strong desire to make her his became his aim of life, and now she is there but at the edge of his darkened path. Will she step into his gloom and discover his love? Will she brighten his soul with her light? Let's travel together to witness the dark promise that's going to be transpired between Avyaan Kiash and Shirnila Keyaashni!

It had been an year. But the Magic they created didn't end. Ashwin Kumar is now a busy hero and Sivaangi is busy with both recording of songs and shooting. Everything changed except one thing. Their continuous support for each other and the love they receive from their fandom. They experienced so much of love , happiness, struggles ,joy and much more What happens when one among #ashaangi forgets the magic they created?? Join the rollercoaster of emotions.

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 ; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖍 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗. ꜱʜʀᴇʏᴀ, ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ-ꜰᴜᴇʟᴇᴅ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ꜱᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴀᴛᴇꜰᴜʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴀʏ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ-ᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ. ᴀꜱʜᴡɪɴ, ᴀ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅʟʏ, ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ-ᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜʀᴇʏᴀ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀꜱʜᴡɪɴ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛʀᴀʟ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜱᴛʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.