A Royal Romance .... Royalty doesn't always come with Loyalty, people tend to change.... Two Brothers , Two sisters .... Who will get married to whom ???? Lets travel with them to know ....

Rudra Patil. Sarpanch of a village in Maharashtra and a Wrestler. At the age of 30, he has achieved so much Status, Money and more importantly Respect. Everyone fears him. A man with dignity and possession. . . . . . . Veda Mali. A sweet innocent Girl, 21 years old, an orphan. She loves singing and has a voice as beautiful as cuckoo but fate has played enough games with her. . . . . . . Let's dive into the story and see how Rudra became her knight in shining amore. And will rudra's possessiveness consume her or make her fall for him.....

A Big joint family in a Remote village in Thanjavur district of Tamilnadu. Loves blooms in the heart of young woman for the man who is not only elder to her , but also her mother's brother. Though this bond is accepted in Tamilnadu , without frowning upon . She keep her secret safe...not even letting the man know... Will she open up ? Will they unite ? How ? When ? Lets get into the story to know. Note : Niece × maternal uncle married is widely accepted in Tamilnadu and been practiced from many decades . If you are uncomfortable with this trope , kindly refrain from reading .

🌾 PROLOGUE - Shiva Shankar & Yaalini ( HERO)Shiva Shankar - Age 30 Village Head. A man of minimum speaking, maximum impact. (HEROINE) Yaalini - Age 26 College Professor. Bold. Straightforward. Fire in her words, softness in her heart. --- **Two Different Worlds. Two Strong Personalities. One Arranged Marriage.** He was silence. She was voice. He was calm. She was fire. They were complete opposites... yet destiny was writing their names on the same page. Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive with sparks. It arrives slowly, quietly, like rain soaking dry earth. And for them, love would bloom after marriage - unexpected, slow, steady, and impossible to ignore. ......😻❣️...... "This is a slow-burn love story-please read it with patience."🤍

Some stories do not begin with love. They begin with acceptance. Indira learned early in life that it rarely asked what she wanted. Instead, it tested how much she could endure. Dreams were luxuries meant for others-women blessed with beauty, education, and voices that were heard. For her, life was a long corridor of silence, where simply surviving felt like an act of quiet courage. So when her parents fixed her marriage, she did not question it. When they told her the groom was not like other men, that his mind was not steady, that his life carried complications, she simply nodded. She did not ask why her. She never did. Aadhavan, meanwhile, stood at the edge of his own fractured world. Trapped between memory and loss, clarity and confusion, he was a man whose mind no longer obeyed the rules others lived by. To some, he was a burden. To others, an embarrassment. And to Indira-before she ever met him-he was simply a fate she had been asked to carry. Their marriage did not begin with whispered vows of love or promises made with certainty. It began with hesitation, misunderstanding, and fragile coexistence. Two strangers bound by rituals they barely understood-one who had learned to live without expecting affection, and another who did not yet know how to give it. She entered his life without expectations. She stayed without complaints. She loved without conditions. But, when the man she married finally remembers who he is, Will he remember her? Will he accept her as his wife? Or will he ask her to walk out of his life? To witness a journey woven with pain, endurance, silent sacrifices, and a love that is earned rather than promised, follow the story of Indira and Aadhavan. [☆ ONLY SAMPLE IS HERE, YOU CAN READ REMAINING CHAPTERS IN AMAZON KINDLE WITH SAME TITLE OR USING MY PEN NAME Esora 05..☆]

Rule No. 1: Never crush on your professor. Rule No. 2: Especially not the broody, no-nonsense kind who looks like he stepped straight out of a drama series. Rule No. 3: If you break rules 1 and 2... definitely don't end up in his kitchen at 5 AM making him breakfast. ...Oops. Thanvika Ranjithswamy swears she's just here for extra tutoring and nothing else. So what if she can't stop staring at his annoyingly perfect shirt sleeves? Or the way he says her name like it's the most natural thing in the world? It means nothing. (Probably.) Santhosh Ilamaaran knows better than to get involved. He's disciplined. Controlled. Focused. Until one stubborn student barges into his quiet life - with homemade food, uninvited opinions, and a smile that's slowly undoing all his carefully built walls. Now the table they share feels less like a place for lessons... and more like a place where lines get crossed, hearts get tangled, and rules get rewritten. A slow-burn, heart-squeezing, rule-breaking romance you won't want to leave.

She was building a life. He was fighting the system. She didn't believe in distractions. He couldn't look away. When a fierce, duty-bound woman meets a man with rebellion in his veins, love doesn't arrive gently-it breaks in, uninvited. He fell first. She fell harder. A story of slow-burn love, family, protests, and the kind of bond that refuses to break. Language: Tanglish ────────────── Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and situations are purely a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life incidents is purely coincidental. Images used throughout the story are for illustrative purposes only and are credited to their rightful owners. No copyright infringement is intended.

Set in a traditional South Indian village, the story follows Vidhya, a quiet twenty-two-year-old woman caught between duty, tradition, and unspoken longing. Raised in her maternal home after her father's death, she harbors a deep, secret love for her uncle Vijay-a stern yet caring man whose concern for her contrasts with his emotional distance.The story explores restraint, generational conflict, and the quiet pain of loving someone one is never meant to choose.

Updates on 2nd, 12th and 21st #The guards series: book 1 Karikalan was born with nothing but a name and a fire in his soul. Betrayed by fate, hardened by loss, he clawed his way up from the dirt to become the right hand of Dhananjay Raghav Thevar. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. His past was buried beneath blood and loyalty... until she came along. Mayuri. The boss's ignored daughter. Off-limits in every possible way. At nineteen, Mayuri was a whirlwind of defiance and curiosity, untouched by the darkness Karikalan had long embraced. When she was assigned a bodyguard, she got him... a man who met her fire with ice, who challenged her at every turn, who never once saw her as anything more than a nuisance. She fell first. Hard. But Karikalan? He refused to fall at all. Their relationship was a war... tempestuous, reckless, forbidden. She was a line he couldn't cross, and he was a battle she refused to lose. Yet, in a world where power dictated love and loyalty came at a price, some lines weren't just dangerous. They were deadly.

𝗛𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗣𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿