MOMMA BY CHOICE Vihan Raichand has everything-power, wealth, and influence. But beneath his ruthless billionaire exterior lies a shattered man, a devoted father to his 8-month-old son, Veer. Betrayed by love, Vihan has closed his heart to the world, focusing only on protecting his precious child. Meera-a kind-hearted caretaker with a past of her own. Orphaned young, she has spent her life nurturing others, never expecting to find love or a family of her own. But fate has other plans when she becomes the nanny for little Veer, who instantly claims her as his own. What starts as a professional arrangement soon turns into something deeper, as Vihan finds himself drawn to Meera's warmth, her innocence, and the undeniable bond she shares with his son. But will the scars of his past allow him to open his heart again? And can Meera find a home in the very place she least expected? PUBLISHED BY : VINNIE NAVMAN

He didn't save her because he was kind. He saved her because he wanted her. When 17-year-old Alara stumbles into the wrong alley on the wrong night, she witnesses something she was never meant to see - the murder of a rival gang member by the city's most feared mafia heir, Lucien Valez. Instead of killing her, Lucien takes her. Claims her. Keeps her. Alara becomes his secret, his weakness, his obsession. He says she belongs to him now - body, heart, and soul. But in Lucien's world, love isn't soft. It's a cage. And every kiss comes with pain. Now trapped in a life she never asked for, Alara must decide: Can she escape him... Or will she burn for him instead?

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

one side love is always pure bliss even though it hurts at times.🤷‍♀️ one such story is NERUNGAADHEY, journey of Arjun & Shreya💔 ❤ so let us go with the flow. Story will be in TANGLISH (Tamizh + English) #1 in purple

Arna braced herself for the worst when she agreed to the marriage, but her husband surprised her by becoming the best she'd ever known. Despite her clear plans not to fall, she found herself falling for him. She knew that loving him meant locking herself into a patriarchal family, dropping her only dream: independence which she had tirelessly pursued all her life. It boiled down to a harsh binary: either him or her independence. ❤️🔥 I wish he hadn't married me, hadn't fallen in love with me. I wish... I hadn't been born for him.

The story revolves around two souls, One who lost faith in love and one person is yearning for love. What if both met?

Just started writing! A story between two souls who are separated even before one was born Vetrivel (Age 28) A calm person who remains with neutral face expression almost all the time; Doesn't talk much but if he talks or decide something it'll be correct and there is no room for any discussion; Doesn't get angry much but if he gets angry then the other person mentally curse themselves to death to face his rage; Single and much respected person in his village. Nethra (Age 22) A fun-filled and jovial girl who loves her family so much; Joyful girl but knows how and when to react for what; Talks too much but only have a small friend circle to whom she shares everything without hesitation; Single but always have a feeling of something missing in her life; lives in canada It's a village based story As it is village based, the conversation alone will be in tanglish and also translated in english Show some love💌

Hello all 💞 This is a story about a cricketer, an all rounder in the Indian cricket team and his arranged marriage with an illiterate village girl, who is not aware of many normal things in life that even exist... Thank you 💞

Yavana loves her mama, Venkat Reddy, but lacks the courage to confess her feelings... Will she finally confess when she learns his marriage has been arranged with someone else and that another woman is about to claim what's hers: her mama?

Manju has never believed in being chosen. She has learned to take up little space, to exist quietly, to be grateful for what doesn't ask too much of her. Her body, her presence-she has made peace with them in her own way. Then there is Raghav. Always respectful. Always distant. Always looking when he thinks she isn't aware. She doesn't know when his glances began to matter. Only that they do. And that the space between them feels filled with something fragile, something terrifying, something that might be love.