[ Already Completed In Scrollstck ] Both of them were fragments of a once-whole existence, shattered by life, love, and the weight of their scars. Yet, amidst the wreckage of their hearts, a tiny spark of hope appeared- a child. Eklavya Nene, a single father navigating the stormy seas of parenthood, found himself struggling to be everything his son needed, especially the tender, nurturing presence of a mother. His divorce had left him fractured, and the idea of letting another woman into his life was daunting. But for the sake of his son, Amogh, he had to find a way. Unnati Kothari carried the weight of a troubled past, one that had led her to view men as nothing more than monsters. However, a deep-seated desire to become a mother persisted within her. When she met little Amogh through a mutual friend, her world shifted; the boy's laughter and innocence touched something in her, awakening dreams she thought she had buried forever. Brought together by the gentle nudges of friends and family, Eklavya and Unnati agreed to a marriage of convenience, each committing to the role of a parent for a child who needed more than either could provide alone. Yet, love- true, uncharted, and profound- remained an elusive mystery to them both. Could two souls so deeply marred by their pasts find the courage to trust and to heal? Would they ever allow their hearts to open and let love in, not just as parents to Amogh but as partners to each other? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language, sexual content, abuse/ violence, and trauma. ------ One of the books from the 'Mad Love' series. It can be read as a standalone ------ [Updates on- Tuesday and Friday: 4 pm IST] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 200K to 250K] ----- © 2024 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

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.

"Oii Newton! I know you're there!" Not again. "Oii Ambujam! Oii Ambujanayaki Parameshwari!" Ugh. What now? Kathir's voice -loud, and aimed straight at my last nerve. I stood up reluctantly. There he was, perched on his terrace with one eyebrow raised, arms folded, ready to ruin my peace. I leaned over the parapet wall and stared down at him. "It's Ilakkiya! How many times do I have to tell you?" "You'll always be Ambujam to me." Full smirk. "Oh really?" I shot back. "Then Ambujam is going to the protest-with or without your royal permission." His face shifted. The mischief drained. "If you go..." he said slowly, "I won't talk to you again. Decide now. It's either me or that stupid Vedhagiri." I blinked. Then laughed. "That's easy. Vedhagiri." "That stupid old hill is more important than me? Your maama?" He threw his hands up. "Unbelievable! I curse the neutrinos of this entire universe. They've ruined my love story." "Your love story?" I grinned. "That failed one? Don't blame neutrinos for your hopeless flirting." I leaned in. "Scared I'll become a better hero than you?" "Don't turn this into a joke, Ilakkiya." His voice dropped, all playfulness gone. "Something's going to go wrong. I can feel it. And I... I won't be able to watch that happen to you." I stilled. "Oh? So this is about you watching? Many will be there-including your friends. Why stop just me?" He opened his mouth, then shut it. A silent war waged behind his eyes. Finally, he exhaled. "When the neutrinos fall in love," he said, softer now, "you'll understand." Then he turned and walked away. Neutrinos... fall in love? Has he gone completely mad? Or does he know something he's not telling me? *** Heads up, guys! I let myself go a little wild with this one-on purpose! This isn't like my previous stories. I so wanted to write one senseless smutty story, so here it is. I hope you laugh, blush, swoon, and enjoy it! ( Warning: Cousin romance trope! )

#1- 1990s [15/02/26] #2 - 1990s [07/01/26] #72 - Wattpad [20/03/2026] #126 - Wattpad [15/02/26] #147 - Wattpad [30/01/26] #164 - Wattpad [23/01/26] #172 - Wattpad [11/01/26] Her mother watched her for a moment, then spoke again-this time more deliberate, like she was counting beads on a mala. "Aur sirf roti banana hi kaafi nahi hota, Janvi," she said, turning the tawa. Janvi looked up. "Toh aur kya-kya hota hai maa?" Her mother sighed, not tired-just seasoned. "Sab kaam seekhne padte hain. Kapde dhona, bartaan manjhna, subah sabse pehle uthna..." She continued, as if listing everyday items from memory. "Saree pehnna dhang se, pallu sambhalna, ghunghat mein chalna..." Janvi wrinkled her nose. "Ghunghat mein? Maa, dikhega bhi kuch ya bas andhere mein hi chalna padega? Nah baba nah, hum gir gaye toh...Hum nahi daalenge ghunghat vunghat." Her mother smiled briefly but didn't stop. "Aur baat-baat par zubaan sambhalni hoti hai. Bade-buzurgon se izzat se baat, aur..." she paused for half a second, then added, "Pati jo kahe, usse bhi tameez aur adab se sunna hota." Janvi's hands stilled again. "Har baat?" "Har baat," her mother replied quietly. The silence stretched, broken only by the hiss of a roti puffing up. Janvi looked down at the dough stuck to her fingers, then muttered, half-joking, half-serious, "Maa, yeh sasural hai ya gulaami?" Her mother let out a soft, knowing laugh. "Dono samajh le," she said. She handed Janvi a finished roti. "Isliye kehti hoon-yahan seekh le. Baad mein wahan koi sikhata nahi, bas umeed karta hai..aur umeedo pe nahi khade utarne pe sirf taane."

"What are you doing in my kitchen?" And yet again there it goes again the same mantra - My house - My terrace - My room and now My kitchen too? Really ? Why this man is so obsessed with MY title. "Nothing I was just thinking to built a swimming pool here wouldn't it look cool and it's quite spacious too what say ?" I said while crossing my arms below my chest. "Shut up! Stop talking nonsense." He spoke irritatedly. "Then stop asking nonsense !" I retorted back just how he did. "Why someone will be in kitchen? Offcourse to cook now do one thing go bring that mop stick from there and clean this mess which you made." with that I turned back and started stirring my mixture in the bowl. I have to take milk from fridge. I made it note mentally before I forget it. "Wait what? Did you just ask me to clean this mess?" And I can tell you he must be pointing his finger to himself. "No I'm not asking you but I'm telling you ! " I said without looking back. .__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__ Hey Samaira Agarwal here, I'm 23 and I live with my beautiful, chubby, talkative yet strict women whom I called Mom. Well about Dad it's better not talk about him. Being single mom was hard for her and even more hard when you live in so-called Dream City Mumbai. She fulfilled all her duties and responsibilities towards me yet all her promises except one which was staying with me. Forever. I still couldn't believe that she really left me, because still I was waiting in my room like now my mom will barge in with spatula in her hand. After her funeral my mom's best friend Mrs. Meera Sharma, she came like fairy god mother, she let me in her motherly warmth love. Time was letting me heal myself until her elder son decide to come back home from Canada after 3 years... ◆Well enough of disclosure what happens further in their lives join in this journey of Unwillingly With you. ◆

Book 1- VV Royals Series (Can be read as standalone) Gayatri is the only virgin of the Tridhara Palace's Royal Vaishyalay. She is a dedicated devotee of the enigmatic god Nivarth, the god who has taken birth as the prince of Tridhara Palace. Gayatri's life takes a dramatic turn when she catches the god's attention. What happens when the very deity she worships begins to defile her? Destined for a purpose greater than she can comprehend, Gayatri may hold the key to salvaging Nivarth, the god of winter, from himself. Will the god's dangerous allure consume her, or will her love change the mischievous god's ways?

Book 1: Married at an young age , Meera's whole world was her family. But what is Meera to them? Do they love her or mere a duty. Peek into the book to read the journey of Meera. Ranked No. 1 in #happiness on 10.03.2023 Cover credit goes to @wordtwiner. Thanks to all the readers who have decided to give my book a chance. This is my baby. Kindly refrain from blind copying.