||A south indian cross cousin love story|| 🌸 Note: In certain South Indian traditions, marriage between a girl and her mother's brother's son (cross-cousin) is a culturally accepted and legally valid practice in India. Ezhil x Kayalvizhi Kayalvizhi grew up with one dream, that one day she would marry Arjun. He was her first love, her childhood promise, her everything. Their families had always spoken about it like it was written in the stars. So when the wedding was finally fixed, her heart overflowed with happiness. She didn't care about a big career or chasing ambition. Being his wife was enough. But fate had other plans. Just hours before the wedding, Arjun leaves without a word, making her shattered at the edge of a life that no longer makes sense. In the midst of heartbreak, confusion, and family pressure, she is married off to his younger brother, Ezhil, the charming professor who had loved her in silence since childhood. Kayal enters this new marriage numb and unwilling. But Ezhil never asks for her love, only her peace. He gives her space, encourages her to study, to grow, to dream again. Slowly, through his kindness, she begins to find herself. The girl who once only wanted love begins to chase a future of her own, one her father had always wished for her. One she never thought she was strong enough to build. And somewhere in the quiet rhythm of their new life, shared in silence, in the way he saw her strength when she couldn't, her heart began to heal. She didn't realize when it started, but with every gentle word, every steady presence, every look that held more care than expectation, She began to fall in love again, not all at once, but slowly. Softly. Unexpectedly. Beautifully. Not with the boy she once dreamed of, But with the man who had loved her all along, quietly, patiently, completely.

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 Tuesday; Faster updates in Scrollstck] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 150K to 200K] ----- © 2025 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

Akhil, a typical 9 - 5 employee, suffocated by the cement walls gets a breathe of fresh air when he meets Kaavya, his new neighbour and a single mother to a 6 year old. Unravel the blooming relationship of Kaavya and Akhil and how the navigate through their relationship when a glimpse of past shakes it. TW: mentions of sensitive issues

In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

Story of Maaran and Boothambal

(ENGLISH TRANSLATION AVAILABLE ) Two families were downstairs waiting for the couple who went to talk alone....both of their parents were tensed and nervous about the answers they going get. As it was their own decision without consulting their kids... It's kind both arranged this bride-seeing ceremony without their knowledge. Here inside her room... She was chasing him with a pillow to hit him... He was trying to escape from her beating... "Dei thadimadu nilu daa... Inaiku en kaiyala tha unaku savu" (Dei thadimadu stop there.... Today your going to die in my hands) "Aieee chellama naa ethume panala dii... Sathiyama enaku theriyathu una ponu paka tha kotitu varanga nu " (Aiyeeee chellam... I didn't do anything dii...Trust me I have no idea they brought me here to meet the bride which turned out to be you...) "Apo na ilama vera oru pona paka poviro... Setha da ne... " (Ohhh sir would be happy if it's someone else ah... You are dead...) "Apdi mean panala dii...Please nambu.. Enaku theriyama tha kotitu vanthanga" (I didn't mean that way dii..Please trust me they took me here with out telling me anything) "En vetuku vara vali unaku theriyathu... Huhhh...... Night la pipe pudichu eri varapo mattum theriuuma da.. " (Ohh you don't know the route to my house, Huhhh. You only know how to climb the pipe and come to my room. At night right.) " Aeiiiiii ila di na unga vetuku vara route la varapove doubt vanchu ana theriyathu di enaku....... Wait nama actually ipo happy ah irukanum... Parents ah convince pandra vela micham... Nama poi nama love matter ah solrathuku munadi avangale namaku arrange marriage pana poranga" (Aeiiii.... No, I was actually Suspicious when the car came in this route....but trust me I didn't know about this beforehand. Wait we're supposed to be happy... We don't have to convince our parents of our marriage) Both got married in the next month itself in a grand wedding... Both lived a very happy life until that day.

Gowtham Vasudevan, a distinguished and stern professor, led a life confined to a close-knit circle of acquaintances. He could have never anticipated that meeting Swathi Semmalar would become a poignant and transformative event in his life. Join their heartfelt journey as love blossoms in unexpected ways! This is the first book in the Nee Naan Series, an enchanting saga of love and relationships. While connected to the series, it can also be enjoyed as a standalone story. Language: Tanglish -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Readers, Welcome to my debut story! I've poured my heart into bringing these characters to life, and I hope you'll fall in love with them just as I have. Disclaimer: This is a fictional work, and all characters are products of my imagination. The images shared are sourced from Pinterest and Cosmos, with credit to their respective owners.

Story of Amardev and Durga

இருளடைந்த பாதையில் ஒளியாக வந்தாள்.. அவனுடன் சேர்ந்து பயணிப்பதற்காக! She illuminated his dark road... To walk with him on his journey! 🍀