One shots on the famous couple Amarendra Bahubali and Devasena

She lived by rules; he lived to break them. She planned every detail; he trusted chaos. She guarded her heart; he wore his on his sleeve-when he wasn't pretending he didn't have one.

The first time Meenakshi saw Suhas, she felt the kind of fear that carved itself into the soul. He stood in the middle of her father's house, black shirt rolled up to the elbows, gold chain glinting under the flickering tube light. There was something ruthless in the way he looked at the world-as if everything was either his, or would be soon. And that evening, he decided Meenakshi would be his.

"There's no love line on my hand. We aren't meant to be, Aradhya." "Then my hand must hold enough for both of us. Because my future only has you in it, Vikramaditya." Vikramaditya, a palmist bound by the prophecies he reads in the lines of a hand. Aradhya, a doctor who breaks chains, believing the only true destiny is the one you fight for. He reads fate. She defies it. Inspired the 2022 movie "Radhe Shyam"

What if death wasn't the end, but the beginning? When Devasena breathes her last, with numerous unfulfilled dreams and unhealed wounds, it triggers a divine intervention, a time shift that promises her everything she once lost. Determined to reclaim all that is hers, she sets out on a journey to rewrite the very fate that once ruined her, with the love of her life Amarendra being her anchor. Torn between hope and guilt, starts their battle against time, destiny and everything that threatens to destroy them once more. But changing the future isn't simple. Secrets resurface, loyalties shift and love collides with vengeance. Old bonds are tested while new ones are forged. With Bhallaladeva's shadow still looming large, every choice could mean either victory; or ruin. Can love survive again when you know how it once ended? Join in this tale of second chances, burning revenge and timeless romance.

Drawn together by curiosity and fate, they discover a connection neither expected-one that sparks desire, trust, and danger. As whispers of fear grow louder and dark forces threaten to tear them apart, they must decide whether their love is worth defying the world. In a dance of magic and heart, their bond becomes both their greatest strength and their deepest risk.

Salaar fanfic by Anu & Mahathi (with_love_Anu & be_you7) In a world torn apart by blood, power, and brotherhood, one man rises from the shadows. Salaar is a warrior forged by loyalty and vengeance, bound to a past he cannot escape. But when fate pushes him into a battle between love, betrayal, and destiny, every choice becomes a weapon. Will he protect the few he loves, or will the fire of revenge consume him before redemption can?

A story revolving around the life of 4 cousins: Khushi, Nethra, Neelan, and Velan. Sequel to my " The Knots between us."

"Do you think I can have one more kiss? I'll find closure on your lips, and then I'll go. Maybe, also, one more breakfast, one more lunch, and one more dinner. I'll be full and happy and we can part. But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time. One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest. My hope is if we add up the 'one mores,' they will equal a lifetime, and I'll never have to get to the part where I let you go. But that's not real, is it? There are no more 'one mores.' I met you when everything was new and exciting... the possibilities of the world seemed endless. And they still are-for you, for me-but not for us. Somewhere between then and now... I guess we didn't just grow apart, we grew up. When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately, sometimes things don't break ... they shatter. But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter. And in those moments, when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I'll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it'll always be. Because it was us. And we were magic. Forever." --- quoting from 'Someone Great'.

She married the uniform. He loves only his badge.