Indianlesbian Stories

This is a story of a lesbian couple from India. Mayra Singhania, a 25 year old, powerful multi-billionaire CEO and Nikita Purohit, a 16 year old shy school going teen. What happens when these two persons with different personalities get in a arrange marriage by their parents is interesting to read.

The Muskequeers have been planning this since they first met, back in grade eight. In a flurry of excitement and irrevocable energy the three of them end their senior year in a trail of events leading to a heart-wrenching sense freedom. Join Raemen, Jay and Kiara as they play out the events they've been building up to in their last pride month in Mumbai City.

Yashita Das was a professional footballer, captain of her school team and of under-19 Maharashtra women's football team, born and brought up in a rich family in Pune. She wasn't someone you would want to mess with- rude and rich, powerful combo. Meanwhile, there was another girl, who studied in the same class as her, Bhavika Rathore, a soft-spoken and shy person. Not that Bhavika was some topper or anything, Bhavika was just... normal, but that had caught the eyes of Yashita, who was mesmerised by her beauty. What will happen? Will Yashita confess her feelings? What will be the reaction of Bhavika if she does that? {GXG}

"I learnt the only thing I can believe in is me. I have faith in myself. That's how I survived." Prisha Pawar grew up as an orphan, trusting nobody but herself. An aloof figure with a mysterious aura, she knows what she's doing, she knows what the reaction is going to be. A computer programming genius, she's miles ahead of her peers in academics. A head girl, class president and club leader, she's the perfect role model, but Prisha Pawar is much more than that. Occasionally engaging in unethical and illegal activities, she has a path planned ahead of her but sometimes Prisha wishes she actually lived not just survived. Rehya Sinha has everything you would ever wish to be born with, she's from a wealthy and loving family and has a twin brother, preventing her from ever being lonely. Not only is Rehya a pretty face but also a talented guitarist who aspires for a music career. Her only dream is to stand on the big stage along with her band. What happens when the two cross paths when Rehya and her brother move back to their homeland after growing up in America? Rehya as the daughter of the director of Rose High School and Prisha as the cold, calculating and distant class president.

A tender, slow-burn romance between two women learning to love, heal, and build a life together-from first kisses to shared keys, quiet fights to louder promises. A story about queer love, chosen family, and the beauty of making a home that smells like cardamom, warmth, and belonging. Ruhani (23), a quiet, thoughtful literature student, guards her heart like the pages of her favorite books. Priya (24), a passionate psychology student, sees through people like a mirror-with empathy and a fire for understanding. Their slow-burn love story unfolds through glances, growth, and gentle chaos, as they learn that home isn't just a place-it's the person who stays.

"Why do I make models of ladybird beetles? Because it's considered good luck and gods know I need it." Book 3 of The Rainbow Smile series. Contains characters from the previous two books but can be read as a standalone book. Warning : Queer characters, queer ships, graphic mature scenes (probably) - if these are not your cup of tea, I'd advise you not to drink it. Don't choke on it and then come complaining to me

An unexpected meeting led to an unexpected feeling... But will this feeling last after knowing each other? The reality that's to be kept buried Will this strange love be able to fight against the odds of this world? ------------------------------------------- TW - This story is NOT based on a real incident or a person but totally an imagination of me/the author. The relation to any real person living or dead or any incident that might have took place is purely coincidental. If any of the shown scenes upset any of the readers, kindly close this story. This story will contain mature content, suicidal thoughts, murder etc. which might be disturbing to some readers

The story of Nayana, who discovers she's a lesbian navigates through an orthodox life finding love, power and individuality.

19 year old me was in love with my neighbour. We dreamt of being free and open with our love someday. She gave me the thrill and strength to deal with anything that was there to break us. She was my everything and so was I for her. But the problem is, we were both girls.

Two girls. Two different states ~~one from Tamil Nadu, one from Andhra Pradesh. Two different mother tongues. Same college in Chennai, same department... but different sections. Same hostel... but different roommates. On paper, there was no reason for their paths to cross. No common classroom, no shared hometown, no shared language. Yet somehow, life quietly decided otherwise. What started as two strangers from different worlds turned into something rare ,a friendship that didn't need similarities to survive. They built their own language between Tamil and Telugu, their own inside jokes between hostel corridors, and their own comfort in a city that wasn't home for either of them. They didn't meet because they had to. They met because they were meant to. And that's what makes their friendship beautiful , it wasn't planned, it wasn't convenient, it just happened... and became forever. All Ways and Always 🤍💛

Sometimes, somethings go easily unnoticed even when you didn't intend to. You know it is there , you know THEY are there. You just neglect to check on it. Check on THEM. And sometimes, all it needs is a second glance. Just to make sure it's still there. Not harmed not left. Not vanished. Still there. May be waiting for you to look. For you to notice. So was it with their middle child. So was it with their lost love. A married couple, Kyathi and Yukti juggling between work life and three kids. Managing their career and family yet missed to make space for what mattered. Missed to assure their child is loved. Missed the signs of withdrawal.