Nethra × Aadhav The corridor outside the library was unusually quiet, soaked in golden afternoon silence. Nethra walked slowly, a book clutched to her chest, lost in her own soft thoughts. And then- A sudden hand. A gasp muffled. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back, silencing her with a palm against her lips. Before she could scream, she was dragged into an empty classroom and slammed gently against the wall. Her book fell to the floor with a soft thud. Her eyes widened in panic - until she saw him. Aadhav. Her lips moved, mouthing his name in silence. A name that never left her throat. But before she could say anything more, her palm met his cheek with a sharp crack. His head turned from the impact, but his eyes burned darker when they met hers again. He stepped closer. And without a word-he kissed her. Fiercely. Desperately. Like she was the war he'd already lost. She shoved him back with all her might and slapped him again. This time, harder. Her breath was ragged with rage and shock. But Aadhav only smiled. His fingers wrapped around her throat-not choking, but firm enough to freeze her. "I warned you," he whispered against her lips. And he kissed her again, even harder. She bit his lip to break free-tasting blood and defiance. He flinched, but didn't stop. As she raised her hand for a third slap, his grip caught her wrist mid-air. "If you slap me again," he growled, his voice rough and low, "I'll kiss you again." Nethra yanked her hand free, her chest heaving with fury and something she couldn't name. She turned and stormed out, leaving the door swinging behind her. Aadhav stood still, wiping the blood from his lip. His eyes didn't leave her retreating figure. "She still feels it," he whispered to himself. "She still burns."

Fierce. Feared. Flameborn. Agnirudra Athreya is the last of his kind-an Alpha King forged by war, cursed by the moon, and worshipped by the supernatural world. With a body carved by storms and a soul burdened by fire, his presence alone commands loyalty... and fear. Female werewolves kneel for the chance to be his mate. But Agni waits. Because the sacred Flame that chooses his fated bond has rejected them all. Again. And again. For over a century. Not because he is cursed- But because his true mate hadn't arrived. Until her. Ini. A girl with no crest, no clan, no claim to power. A human, lost between shadows and silence, with jasmine in her scent and silver in her gaze. She walks into the heart of Raivaaram... and the Flame stirs. For the first time in a hundred years, the fire answers. But fate is not kind. A rogue lurks in the dark-one who has sworn that fire and moon shall never reunite. A prophecy whispers of rebirth, sacrifice, and the return of something far older than kings. And Agni... is no longer sure if claiming her will save her. Or destroy her. He is the Alpha King. She is the girl who calls him by a forgotten name. And their bond may ignite the end of an ancient curse... or the beginning of a war. 🌙🔥 ***** Highest Rank: #2 in #Tamillove (Achieved Nov 7, 2025)

Aaruthiran stood by the rusted SUV in the campus parking lot, glancing at the stalled engine. "Call your mechanical team," he said. A voice from behind, calm and clipped: "They're at lunch. But you've got me." He turned. She walked over, sleeves rolled, sleek in black formals. "You?" Click. Click. She tapped the distributor cap. "Shayeli. Professor." She glanced at him once. The engine came to life. And for the first time, the man who fixed everything-forgot how to breathe.