Genre: Romance, Drama, Enemies to Lovers When 26-year-old AssistantSuperintendent of Police Avinash is assigned to a case in Chennai, the last thing he expects is to cross paths with Yazhini-a sharp-tongued, spirited 19-year-old college student who seems to challenge his every word. Haunted by the betrayal of his ex-girlfriend, Avinash has built an iron wall around his heart, believing love is a distraction he can no longer afford. Yazhini, raised in a warm and loving household, believes in the magic of love-but fears the pain that can come with it. Her boldness masks a deep hesitation to trust. As fate keeps forcing them together-through conflict, danger, and quiet, stolen moments-they find themselves entangled in a connection neither of them wanted, but both begin to crave. But when the shadows of Avinash's past return to threaten the future, Yazhini must decide if love is worth the risk, and Avinash must choose between staying cold or finally letting someone in. ---

A 19 yrs old college girl her family plans a marriage for her without even giving any information about the groom. . . . . . . . Cover picture credits to the respective owner

The story of second chances. The story of broken hearts trying to find a reason to survive. The story of Kathiravan and Oviyapaavai Both or broken yet decided to live for their daughters.

She was given life, but never love. He had love, but never loss. Yaazhnila spent eighteen years fighting against fate, and when her strength faded, Magizh Maaran became the light in her darkest days. Magizh Maaran, a doctor who thought every problem had a solution, finds his beliefs shaken when he crosses paths with Yaazhnila. She isn't just another patient-she is a story he can't walk away from. Bound by trust but divided by fate, they walk a fine line between healing and heartbreak. But in a world where survival is uncertain, is there room for anything beyond the present moment? ✨ A journey of resilience, hope, and an unspoken bond that defies definition. ✨

Obsession was just the beginning. Now, love demands blood. 🔥 If obsession was a sin, he would burn the world for her. 🔥 "Obsession was only the beginning. Now, love tastes like blood." It has been one month since Veda became Mahesh's wife. The world sees them as a devoted couple, the powerful Sarpanch and his ethereal, devoted wife. But behind closed doors, Mahesh's obsession has grown. His love is darker now, his touches more demanding, his gaze more watchful. He rules with an iron fist, but his greatest fear is losing Veda. When an old enemy resurfaces-one that Mahesh thought he had buried six feet under-his paranoia reaches dangerous levels. No man is allowed near Veda. Not even his own brothers. His kisses turn bruising, his hands never leaving her skin. He loves her, worships her, but his love has turned into something possessive beyond reason. Veda, though still innocent, begins to feel trapped. The world beyond their grand mansion feels distant, unreachable. She adores Mahesh, but can love exist in a cage? The cracks begin to form. An enemy from Mahesh's past has returned, seeking revenge, and his target is the one thing Mahesh would kill to protect-Veda. The village whispers-about their love, about their passion, about the fact that Veda has not yet conceived an heir. But only Mahesh knows the cruel truth, a secret that he has buried deep: Veda can never give him a child. And yet, he refuses to let the world see her as weak, refuses to let her bear the pain of their cruel fate. As threats close in, as Mahesh's madness grows, as Veda finds herself falling deeper into his dangerous love, one thing becomes clear-this love is no longer just an obsession. It is war. And Mahesh Ragavan never loses a war.

Janaki Narayan has three life skills: Sleeping at inappropriate times. Finding food in inappropriate places. Falling for inappropriate men. Karthik is tall, intimidating, speaks like a grumpy villain, and looks at people as if he is judging their souls. She watches him beat up a group of troublemakers and immediately decides he is the one for her. He says, "Stop following me." She replies, "Then stop being so interesting." What follows? Awkward attempts at stalking. Flying samosas. Doodles slipped into his pocket. A fabricated tale for her parents. And him, slowly forgetting how to stay angry. Because sometimes, love doesn't knock politely. It barges in with mismatched slippers and an unbothered grin. A romantic comedy where she falls first, hard and hilariously, and he falls next, quietly and without escape. This story is currently under editing and has now been continued. It is ongoing Start reading now.

||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.