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 Saturday; Faster updates in Scrollstck] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 250K to 300K] ----- © 2025 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

A single train ride. A fleeting conversation. A connection that refuses to fade. In a city that never stops moving, two strangers cross paths for only a handful of minutes - an accidental encounter on a crowded train. They exchange nothing more than a few words, a borrowed smile, and a trace of unspoken understanding... yet something indescribable lingers.

A girl who carries love everywhere she goes. A man who belongs to a world where cost of love is the life itself. A girl who is slow to trust. A man who moves mountains for her. A world which tries to erase him. A girl who makes sure he knows he is loved. A life. A sacrifice. A heartbreak. A fight. And more importantly, A love that heals the soul that it didn't break.🖤 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "But I like 62A better." "Why?" "Because that's how I found you." © Kruthika. All rights reserved. Do not copy or translate without permission.

Arshi, a normal girl in her twenties meets the popular boy of her college Vihaan. He fell first but she fell harder. They build a life together which Arshi never believed that she would ever have. Everything felt like a dream. A DREAM, but a twist was waiting for them. That could break her completely. A dream she had but never lived. But that wasn't the only problem more twisted things were waiting for her, the memories of him, the present of her, will she ever get them again? This story will make you fall in love first and leave you at the most breaking part. At first this story will look like a normal romantic one but there's a twist. It is my first ever story. This story contains- Romance Comedy Emotions Drama Mystery twists Trauma bondings and many more. please feel free to share your thoughts on this story and also subscribe to our channel on YouTube 'Violet and Irish shorts' to have more updates about our current and upcoming stories.

A childhood love. A deadly misunderstanding. A monsoon that refuses to forget. They first met in the monsoon, two children sharing one umbrella and one innocent world. But one storm changed everything-Aryan's father died, and a single misunderstanding tore Aryan and Somya apart, turning childhood love into cold hatred. Years later, the monsoon returns and so does Aryan. Back in the city, back in front of the girl he once dreamed of, and now blames. Rain brings back the past, secrets refuse to stay buried, and emotions they buried long ago begin to bleed again. When hatred and love collide under the same sky Will this monsoon heal them-or destroy them forever? Tropes , [The story includes: • Enemies to lovers • Childhood lovers • Contract marriage • Revenge • Romance • Mystery] All written content is original and belongs to the author.🍀 The cover image was edited by the author. "The pictures used in this story belongs to its rightful owner. I do not own the picture." unless I state that they are mine.