College was supposed to be a fresh start-new classes, new friends, new freedom. She never planned on falling for him: the boy with the guitar, the voice that silenced crowds, the charm that made everyone chase after him. She watched from the sidelines, certain her feelings would remain a secret, hidden behind smiles and excuses. But secrets don't stay buried forever, and hearts don't always listen to reason. ✨ What happens when the girl who swore she'd never confess finds herself caught in a story bigger than she ever imagined? #bestfriends#guitar#CollegeRomance#CampusLove#FirstLove#NewBeginnings#CollegeCrush#LoveStory#romantic

I was born for him - To be with him, to serve him, to love him. My eyes seek only his validation. My heart beats only for his name. My hands ache to touch only his presence. My feet move only in his direction. My body bends, curves, and surrenders - only under his gaze. They say, "Without devotion, love cannot survive. And without love, devotion cannot be attained." And my devotion for him is untouched, unwavering. My heart is filled with a love that belongs only to him - The one my eyes are forever searching for. As I tied the strings of my anklets-anklets that once chimed with devotion but would ring with destruction tonight-I wrapped myself in silk, coiled my hair, and adorned it with Kanakambaram flowers. But not with love this time. Tonight, they burn with fury. When the forces of destruction shook my city-our heaven, Srirangam-with the invasion of those others, I made a decision. A choice born not from fear but fire: to show them what real devotion is. The power of love. The might of the one who seeks nothing but gives everything. When the army of Delhi Sultanate neared the temple-our divine abode-I knew what to do. I knew no mortal hand driven by violence and greed would be allowed to touch him. To see him. They did not deserve the sight. Not even a glimpse. So tonight, my legs will move. My body will curve. My lips will sing. And my hands-my hands will kill. For those who believe they can rule, who think they can take what was never theirs-I will show them what a dance of destruction truly looks like. Every yuga, when man thinks he is god, my god rises to remind them who the real one is. But this time, he is not alone. He has me. I am Vellayi. The Devadasi of Srirangam. The one they call a living goddess. But to him... I am just his simple love. All my life, I have lived, breathed, and danced for only one. To me, he is everything. My Ranga. © Ival_Nidhi_Writes 2025 All rights reserved.

Veer, a twenty-two-year-old, is searching for the immortal Ashwattama. Who has been seen on the outskirts of Kasol Himachal Pradesh. When he accidentally reaches Malana instead of Kasol his life turns upside down as he travels an entire yuga back and participates in events of Mahabharata. When he met Paridhi an archeologist in search of Malana. They together discover how Malana was cursed by Lord Parshurama to be lost forever and how it can be revived again. Board the boat of Ashwattama's secret, Veer's pursuit and adventure of finding immortals of Hindu mythology in this existing journey.

"Love, lies, and lightning in the skies - enter the world of the Vidyadhars." A prince. A princess. A silence that will echo through centuries. In a realm ruled by sky-kings and mystic warriors, their union was destined to be legendary. But before love could spark, doubts struck. Now unfolds a tale of swashbuckling adventure, fierce magical duels, royal intrigue - and a romance that sizzles beneath the shadows of war. 🔥 #1 in Indian Mythology ⚔️ #1 in Mysticism 🌀 #1 in Illusion 🧞‍♂️ #1 in folktale 👑 #3 in Historical Fiction