Most of us have or had a crush when we were in school, to whom we never proposed because of the circumstances or sacred of being rejected by them. Instead, we choose to keep it secret... Just one glance at our crush would make our day.... Having a crush without our best friend is incomplete. This is a love story of Sivu Olsen who has a crush on the school's popular guy Sam Roshan.

Random village based tanglish stories with love, family, action, mature contents, emotions etc., as a full package. Simply said as collection of random village short story. If you like the story do vote and comments to show your support. Feel free to do inline comments. Short Stories: Uncle Niece trope: Enakaaga poranthavaneyy(completed)(2014's) Maariyin Maaman(completed)(2000's) Maadhaviyin Kaadhalan(completed)(2000's) Cousins trope: Muthuvin Lachu(completed)(professor student love story) En Aasai Machaa(completed) Thirukalyanam(completed)(Kumari express to Chennai express) Aadhiyin Mathi(completed)(college love story) Irandaam Nilavu(completed)(2nd marriage love story) Pudhu Pudhu Mayakam..(Thaashildhaar and Police love story)(ongoing) Others: (ongoing stories): Mei Kaadhal Irakumaa?(1980's love story) Kaakum Saamy Neethaanae..(Village head lovestory) Kadavul Thantha Alagiya Vaazhvu..(siblings family story) Inayae en uyir thunaiyae..(lawyer and student love story) Check out Tanglish Village Stories 2nd book. Note : The story content was imaginary and strictly mine.

✪ TANGLISH STORY ✪ An One side Love story of a girl next door with a happy ending ! ✨

Set against the backdrop of the 1990s, this story unfolds a unique and unconventional tale. "I see her every day in school, and now I don't look at her the way a teacher should look at his student. The young woman who sits on the fourth bench of the second row is going to be my wife soon. I know she must be thinking that I rejected her, but it's not my place to tell." Anav, a higher secondary school teacher, finds himself bound in matrimony with Dharini, a student he never particularly favored. This is not a story of enemies to lovers or a romantic journey to marriage. Instead, it's an arranged marriage, where their parents chose them for each other. Despite the traditional setting, Avan and his parents possess a progressive mindset. This narrative delves into various social issues such as dowry, racism, body shaming, and women's education. It also addresses taboo topics like periods and sex education, providing a thought-provoking exploration of these critical themes. Started: February '25 Ended: (The book is unedited) I don't own any form of media used in this story. It belongs to their respective owners.

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)

A girl who faced betrayal from her lover and has lost all her hope in love was forced to marry a guy who has lots of expectations from his life partner. What will happen when the past comes to light... will she ever love her husband? will she regain her hope for love ?... let's indulge in the story of Kayal to know her more...

#3 in General Fiction [17-08-2018] BOOK 2 OF THE HEARTS SERIES. THE FIRST BOOK IN THE SERIES IS RECOMMENDED AS IT WILL HELP YOU UNDERSTAND THE SECOND ONE BETTER. _______ "Time has brought me ahead and left you behind. There's so much distance to cover. So much that you'll never reach my heart again. You are gone." Shaking of his head shook her wall. His slow footsteps pounded in her heart. "I will claw your heart, tear it to get inside again," his breath fanned her cheek. Calm tone haunted her soul. "But it won't come to that when I am already there in your stubborn heart." Tears hung at those thick lashes. "My heart doesn't want you. Not anymore." "Your heart lies." His finger slid down her neck. A sinister smile made those tears fall, "And when the heart lies," the finger replaced by a strong fist held the back of her neck. His lips reached barely inches away from hers. "There are consequences." ______ AN INDIAN LOVE STORY

love between senior and junior

"What happened to you?" I asked and she looked away from me. "No... nothing" she stuttered I can tell she was crying. "You were crying?" I asked more like stated and she shook her head. "Isha... if you're upset because of what you saw in the morning then you sho.. shouldn't be" I said in the end stuttering. "I shouldn't be?" She asked innocently. And now her eyes filled up with tears. "She is my wife isha" I reasoned and she gives me sad smiled. "So am I" she whispered and tear escaped her eyes and turned to other side making me froze on my place. In those 2 years, this is the first time Isha said that she is my wife. Even I never acknowledge her as my wife. We hide this from everyone. We never behaved nor we asked each other that we are husband and wife and we want rights. So hearing Isha mentioning her as my wife makes me feel something in my heart which I never felt for her before. It makes me feel that I'm standing here with my 2nd secret wife. ******** "Mai bhale hi sirf tumhara nahi hun, par tum sirf meri ho. SIRF. MERI. Mrs Isha Arshad malik (i may not only yours. But you are mine. Only mine. Mrs Isha Arshad malik)" ******** Isha Abdullah. a beautiful 17-year-old girl. She lives in a small village. A village where girl treated like trash. She lost her mother when she born. Her father married another woman cause he wanted to give his daughter the love of a mother. But her fate gave her witch disguise by mother. She lost her father at the age of 12 and after that, her stepmother makes her life hell. Arshad Malik. A handsome kind 25 years old man. Happily Married man. He loves his wife. He married his college sweetheart when he was 23. He lived in Dubai with his wife cause of his business. They both came to their home town for some business but that led Arshad to married Isha. So how they got married and how they will hide their marriage from the world.