Anbarasan, a stern and fearless police officer haunted by the scars of losing his belief in love, has built walls around his heart. But when he crosses paths with Aadhira, a kind and compassionate psychiatrist-in-training, her warmth begins to melt his defenses. Can love find its way back into his life, or will his fear of heartbreak keep him away from happiness? A tale of healing, love.

#1 in Romancefanfiction out of 32.5k stories #1 in Romedy #1 in Ashwin #1 in Ashwinkumar #1 in Ashwinsivaangi #1 in Ashaangi #1 in Tanglish Thank you makkale...💜💜💜 Hello makkale.... yet another Ashaangi FF... What do I do.. I love them more... okay kadhaikulla povom... Aditya is a royal, rich, handsome, decisive and focused guy. He is our first youngest prime minister and country's eligible bachelor but he always keeps a distance from opposite gender due to a strange disease. Suhasini is a badass, bold, dumb, funny and witty girl. she is ostracized by her family and is currently struggling to establish herself as a fashion designer. A beautiful accident leads them to get married. Two strangers under one roof. What will be their future?? Will suhasini keep herself safe from the charming Aditya?? Will Aditya be able to leave her at the end of the contract?? Warning: This is a matured story and will be little explicit. Disclaimer: indha kadhaiyil varum anaithum karpanaiye.. Idhu oru FAN FICTION. yaar manadhaiyum pun padutha alla.. Thank you all...

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They are married. But is it really a normal marriage? Natkchathra looked too young for 18 and she is pregnant.. Is she really? Yaadhav is the only one soul she has for caring. What happens when the situation changed? Yaadhav is the only person she has as a family, what happened when the truth unfolded? She told that she lost everyone in the accident. Is that even happened? They said that they married much younger because of elders request, is that even true? Both stepped into the village thinking that they are safe, are they safe? Both promised to leave the past as it is and focus on the future, will the past incident leave them? Both think it is new begining, but are they sure it is a new one?? Lets travel with Yaadhav and Nakchathra to know the secrets they are hiding and the future that awaits for them..

She's a doctor who heals. He's a soldier who breaks boundaries and rules. Together, they learn that love is the bravest battle of all. When Dr. Anika Agnihotri volunteers at an army hospital, the last thing she expects is to fall for Major Vikrant Singh Rathore-a man carved from discipline, danger, and impossible loyalty. From stubborn arguments in the ER to stolen moments between long-distance postings, their love story is built on courage, sacrifice, and the promise to always come home. But the world doesn't make it easy. War zones, family fears, misunderstandings, and near-death missions threaten to tear them apart. And yet... love keeps finding its way back. A story of passion, distance, resilience, and the kind of love that survives uniforms, borders, and time.

BOOK ONE!! Her voice was quiet, yet she answered with a bold sound as if to convince herself, as well as me. "I believe the love will come in time." My heart was beating hard and loud. I took a few deep breaths in an effort to slow it lest the Princess would hear. "And if it does not?" My question seemed to float in the air. No answer was given for quite a while, although her crystal eyes did not stray from mine. There were some footsteps moving in the hallway as the guards changed. The stained glass window creaked from the blowing wind outside. Rain began to patter. "Then my father was right," she all but whispered. "I must marry for the Evergreen Kingdom first." Updated WEEKLY This story is completed and has 29 chapters in total Guard of the Evergreen Queen is book two in the series! Written by an interactive author

"He was never meant to be hers, but she'll break the world to make it so". ~ ~ Kashvi Sharma ~ ~ She has never begged. She has never known the taste of rejection, the sting of defeat, or the ache of longing-until she saw him. She isn't the kind of woman to fall. She hunts. She takes what she wants, and she never asks twice. But Vardhaan? He is the only thing she has ever truly desired. At 23, she is a name spoken in whispers, the leader of an empire built on blood and power. Beautiful. Ruthless. Unstoppable. A queen who bows to no one. ~ ~ Vardhaan Tripathi ~ ~ A man who isn't meant to be owned. A man who builds empires with a signature and destroys legacies with a whisper. A man who walks through life untouched, uninterested, and immune to the idea of love. At 27, Vardhaan has spent years crafting his empire, turning his wealth into a legacy untouchable by any force. He has been chased by women, feared by men, and respected by those who know he does not play games. ° ° ° And yet, Kashvi is a storm he never saw coming. A woman who doesn't understand the word 'no.' A woman who doesn't just want his love-she demands his soul. "You don't love me, Kashvi." "I don't love, Vardhaan. I claim." What starts as a dangerous obsession turns into a war of control. He refuses. She persists. He resists. She ensnares. She chases, he resists. She controls, he defies. But when the lines blur and Vardhaan starts to fall-will it be love, or will it be war? " Not all love stories are soft. Some are dark. Some are deadly. "

All rights reserved In the year 2025, young historian Vedika has dedicated her life to uncovering the lost stories of ancient India. Her latest expedition leads her deep into the Western Ghats, where legends whisper of a once-mighty empire- Mahishmati, now buried beneath time and silence. When Vedika and her team uncover the long-lost palace ruins, she feels drawn to one sealed chamber, untouched for centuries. Inside, she finds something.. A fragment of a broken mirror. The artifact calls to her in a way she cannot explain. Ignoring protocol, Vedika takes the mirror home. At first, it's just a piece of history to study. But soon, strange things begin to happen. The mirror hums faintly in her presence. Its surface seems to ripple like water. Then one night, as moonlight spills across her desk, she sees a reflection that is not her own. A pair of dark, watchful eyes stare back at her through the fractured glass. He speaks a language long dead, yet she understands every word. He calls her Devi. He tells her of a kingdom, of battles, of betrayal. Coming from a lonely home, Vedika begins to live for these midnight conversations. The voice in the mirror becomes her secret, her solace. The man within it feels impossibly real- commanding yet vulnerable, a ruler burdened by destiny. His name is Bhalladeva, Crown Prince of Mahishmati. The same Bhalladeva whom history remembers as a tyrant. As their connection deepens, Vedika sees the man behind the legend, the son striving for his father's pride. The prince overshadowed by his brother, the heart hidden beneath layers of ambition. She begins to wonder if history got him wrong. She faces a question that could change history: can love transform a man destined to be a villain, or is fate stronger than even the heart? A Rift in time for Bhalladeva is a sweeping tale of love, destiny, and redemption. A story where the past and future collide, and one woman's courage might rewrite the fate of an empire.

In the cold halls of Mahishmati, where love was a weakness and fear ruled hearts, Bhallaladeva stood alone - worshipped for his strength, but never loved for his soul. Until Shree was born. His aunt's daughter. Royal blood. Yet when her cries first echoed in the palace, he was the first to hold her - not as a prince, but as a man who, for the first time, felt something break open within him. Her tiny fingers curled around his, and she never let go. As she grew, so did his quiet devotion. She had only eyes for him. Not the warrior. Not the future king. Just him. And he? He only smiled when she was near. Her name alone could still his storm. She was light where he was shadow, softness where he had known only steel. No one ever looked at Bhalla the way she did. No one ever mattered like she did. But in a kingdom built on rules and bloodlines, love like theirs was forbidden. Still, Bhalla didn't care. He ruled for her. Burned for her. Lived only for her. Because from the moment she opened her eyes, Shree was the only one for him..

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.