First among 11 Rudras is Manyu, the war god, wielder of thunder and Slayer of foes. He is the one who brings wealth and health. Through him Vidur and his wife Sulabha beget a son, named Manvendra, who was fierce, queller of foes, follower of Dharma and was popularly known as the guardian of Kuru-rashtra. Growing up in a conspicuous kingdom, where your sworn enemies are your own cousins, Manvendra grows up to be an extremely reserved person. His hard exterior could be attributed to a curse, making him seem like a cruel and heartless warrior. But what happens when Dhisana, princess of a Mleccha Kingdom comes in his life by tying the knot. The catch ? He reduced her kingdom to dust and she was offered to him for peace making. Will Dhisana break his hard exterior or will she start disliking Manvendra ? ----------- OCxOC book set in Mahabharat era.

Riyashree once walked away from the love of her life for a reason she never told him. Years later, she stood in an operation theatre, trying to save the woman he now called his wife. Preeti was smiling. Even while signing consent forms that listed death as a possibility. Even while carrying twins that her body was too weak to hold. Riya told her the truth. Preeti chose love anyway. Vicky never knew. He only knew that his wife went into labor... and never came back. At the funeral, he looked at Riya the way a man looks at the person who destroyed his world. And when Preeti's last wish forced them into a marriage neither wanted... he gave her five years. Five years to raise his daughters. Five years before she would be asked to leave. But love does not die just because it is denied. And some sacrifices... bleed longer than five years.

This book is set in 1980-90es time period" Meera × Raghuveer For a girl marriage brings happiness and expectations from her partner, Today is Meera's marriage with the son of sarpanch of their village, the girl who was very excited, Happy about this new journey "What could possibly go wrong" Maybe EVERYTHING! Meera the bright sunshine girl who was supposed to shine high on her big day ended up losing all her wings and charm' The day supposed to bring the most memorable memories to her, made her lose her and her family's respect and dignity among the whole village. Mature content ✨🌸

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.

𝘈 𝘋𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 She woke up on cold concrete. No memories. No voice. No name. One moment, she was a nineteen-year-old girl in 2025 Tamil Nadu. Next, she was bleeding in a dark alley in 2005 Karachi, with no idea how she got there or who she even was. She must learn to survive in a world of violence, politics, and dangerous men. But something is wrong. Not just with her missing memories. Something deeper. Something darker. A feeling she can't shake. A dread that wakes her at night. Flashes of things that haven't happened yet. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵. And time is running out. The problem? She's voiceless, nameless, and trapped in a house full of secrets. And then there's Hamza. The man with dark eyes and darker secrets. The one who watches her like she matters. The one who whispers: "You rise from darkness. You bloom anyway." He speaks as if he loves her. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. What she doesn't know: ↳ Hamza isn't who he claims to be ↳ His marriage is part of a dangerous game ↳ The lies he tells might be the only thing keeping her alive What he doesn't know: ↳ She's not from this time ↳ Her nightmares are warnings ↳ Some fires can't be controlled once lit In a world of spies and gangsters, where loyalties shift like sand, and love is just another weapon. She can't save everyone. But she can make them pay.

"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! )

I was born for him - To be with him, to serve him, to love him. My eyes seek only his validation. My heart beats only for his name. My hands ache to touch only his presence. My feet move only in his direction. My body bends, curves, and surrenders - only under his gaze. They say, "Without devotion, love cannot survive. And without love, devotion cannot be attained." And my devotion for him is untouched, unwavering. My heart is filled with a love that belongs only to him - The one my eyes are forever searching for. As I tied the strings of my anklets-anklets that once chimed with devotion but would ring with destruction tonight-I wrapped myself in silk, coiled my hair, and adorned it with Kanakambaram flowers. But not with love this time. Tonight, they burn with fury. When the forces of destruction shook my city-our heaven, Srirangam-with the invasion of those others, I made a decision. A choice born not from fear but fire: to show them what real devotion is. The power of love. The might of the one who seeks nothing but gives everything. When the army of Delhi Sultanate neared the temple-our divine abode-I knew what to do. I knew no mortal hand driven by violence and greed would be allowed to touch him. To see him. They did not deserve the sight. Not even a glimpse. So tonight, my legs will move. My body will curve. My lips will sing. And my hands-my hands will kill. For those who believe they can rule, who think they can take what was never theirs-I will show them what a dance of destruction truly looks like. Every yuga, when man thinks he is god, my god rises to remind them who the real one is. But this time, he is not alone. He has me. I am Vellayi. The Devadasi of Srirangam. The one they call a living goddess. But to him... I am just his simple love. All my life, I have lived, breathed, and danced for only one. To me, he is everything. My Ranga. © Ival_Nidhi_Writes 2025 All rights reserved.

"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. ◆