histórias de Southindia

Devansh Rajput, 30, is the stoic CEO of Rajput Groups in Mumbai. Closed off after a painful past, his world revolves around business, control, and his 7-month-old daughter, Siya-the only person allowed to see his fragile side. At 27, Aadhirai lives with her parents in Coimbatore, quietly piecing herself back together after a divorce no one dares to mention. Calm, composed, and emotionally guarded, she's learning to exist in stillness-one silent step at a time. They come from different worlds. Different cities. Different values. Different scars. She hides her pain with a smile. He hides behind silence and structure. They weren't supposed to meet. But when they do-by pure coincidence-something shifts. And for Aadhirai, life doesn't just change... It turns painfully upside down. Two broken souls. One unexpected connection. But when the past resurfaces and long-buried truths come to light- Will they survive what fate has planned, Or will silence be the only thing that remains between them?

__________________ 'You make my life sweeter ♡' Poorvika Shrinivastav is living her dream in Chennai, being the journalist she wants. Or maybe, that's what she wants to believe. Because, whenever she tries to be the journalist she wants, it pisses off her boss, and now, she's given her last chance to safeguard her job. "You'll be doing an interview with the new CEO of the X-rex company, Mister Varun Kumar, Poorvika." And oh my, it just had to be her childhood frenemy who loves messing with her. The one who lost touch. The one who's now living as this oh-so-perfect CEO who can't seem to have a break from unrealistic expectations, until she came with her angry little mouth, and made him feel alive like never before. 'Not letting you go this time, Poorvi ♡' ___________________ ✨ Highest ranks acquired over a period of time ✨ -#1 in comedy-romance out of 11k stories -#2 in adorable out of 10k stories - #9 in desi out of 9.9k stories -#5 in girlboss out of 2k stories -#3 in journalism out of 1k stories -#1 in hopelessromantic out of 5k stories -#79 in cute out of 162k stories -#28 in sweet out of 39k stories __________________ Previously titled as 'The opposite of drifting apart' __________________ COMPLETED. 70,000 words, wow, I know. I dunno how I did it too, people. BUT I MADE IT. FIRST DRAFT! (Its messy and unpolished, and very VERY unhinged. Idk wtf is going on either tbh) STANDALONE. Do not imitate or copy in any way, or else...be ready to sleep with your eyes open, every.single.night, darling~ :3 And the illustration of the cover, and all the banners belong to me cause I handrew it digitally at 1am. The same thing applies, don't copy or use my hardwork plz. Thanks! ____________________

Malar, a petite, dark-skinned, and talented young woman, lives in a world that measures her worth by her appearance rather than her heart. Judged by her own family and dismissed by her husband, she navigates a life of neglect, duty, and quiet suffering. Yet, within her, a resilient strength grows-through motherhood, sacrifice, and the years of enduring unseen. As love, recognition, and respect arrive slowly, Malar learns that courage isn't always loud, and the deepest bonds are often forged in silence. Shadows of Silence is a poignant tale of resilience, unacknowledged love, and the quiet power of a woman who survives it all.

Two souls were forced to bond together through marriage. Two unknown people pulled together by their pasts, mysteries, and secrets that were never meant to be unraveled-but are. What will happen? Will the souls remain bonded, or will they be crushed under the weight of their own baggage?" _______ Sakshi never wanted to marry anyone, especially a police officer. Arjun wasn't thrilled about marriage either. But fate had other plans. What happens when two people who never wanted each other are forced into a bond neither can escape? Dive in to explore the story of Arjun and Sakshi . A south Indian story with 99% English and 1% of tamil + hindi

She is a doctor doing her pg. she is kind, innocent, caring that everyone around her cherishes her presence. Not to forget that she is a beautiful girl both inside out. He is a passionate cricketer. Typical example of angry, arrogant young man. He belongs to a rich yet sweet family. Cricket is everything for him. He is handsome with features that girls die for. But he doesn't give a damn about them. He hardly notices the world outside cricket and his family. Let us see how fate brings them together.

Complete chapters are available in paperback version (Amazon & Flipkart) and on Amazon Kindle. Yazhini has it all-grace, grit, and a name that commands respect. A successful doctor with a guarded heart, she's built her life on discipline and distance, refusing to let anyone close enough to hurt her again. But beneath her composed exterior lies a storm of unresolved memories and emotions she can't outrun. When the past catches up with her in unexpected ways, Yazhini is forced to confront the very feelings she's spent years burying. Torn between who she was and who she's becoming, she must decide if strength lies in holding on-or in finally letting go. Flying Back to You is an intimate portrait of a woman rediscovering herself, one choice at a time. *** Cover Design by Khushi Desai Published by Writer's Pocket

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 .

"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! )

We all wanted to be the hero of our own story. And the moment we realise we're not, insecurity begins. We pull others down just to feel visible. We crack jokes that make our friends laugh, even when they quietly wound someone who is just like us. We don't know how to handle the insecurity, or the anger that grows alongside it. So many things feel imperfect, Books spread across the bed. A half-open notebook. Deva sits with a pen but isn't writing. DEVI leans against the doorframe, smirking. DHARUN sits on the edge of the bed. DEVI It's not like you're going to propose. And definitely she won't. She grows horns the moment she sees you. DEVA I know what to do. Why don't you mind your business? DHARUN Do you actually like her? You fight with her all the time. DEVA I don't. DEVI He sure does. He's just scared to make a move. DEVA Go away. I have to study. DHARUN Out of all the excuses, you chose that? Seriously, bro? DEVI Hey, just propose. If she says no - it's too early to hurt badly. If she says yes - it's too early to realise she should have not said so. Either way, this will go down. DHARUN That's for sure. DEVA Get out. Both of you. He stands, grabs the door, and pushes them out. DOOR SLAMS. Silence. Deva leans against the door, closes his eyes, and exhales. He walks back to the bed, sits. Looks at the open notebook. Blank page. DEVA (murmurs) Do I love her? A beat. Quick flashes in his mind: - Her arguing with him - Rolling her eyes. - Smiling when she thinks he isn't looking. - Ignoring him on purpose. Deva shakes his head. DEVA This is stupid. He opens his book, tries to read. Same line again. And again. He sighs, drops the book beside him. DEVA Why does she have to be so annoying? A small, unwilling smile forms. He immediately wipes it away. DEVA No. Focus. He picks up the pen. After two seconds, he glances at his phone. Locks it. Throws it on the bed. DEVA Exam first. Everything else later. He finally starts writing.

"Stop the car." Arun turned toward her. "Why? What happened? Are you not feeling well? Feeling like vomiting?" The concern in his voice only irritated her more. "Just STOP THE CAR." The cab slowed and pulled over. Dakshina got down. Arun followed. "Do you have money?" she asked. "I have some," he replied. "Do you see that shop?" Arun looked in the direction she pointed. A wine shop. "Yeah..." he said, hesitantly. "Go and buy me a drink." Arun blinked. "You drink?" "You don't?" "No... I don't." "Just wow." She looked away, folding her arms. "Listen, I'm not a homely girl. I already told you. We might be married, but not for long." Arun lowered his gaze. "I know." "Just buy me a drink. Please. I need it... after everything that happened today." He hesitated. "What do you drink?" "Rum. Or whiskey. Or vodka. Anything. Please." Arun walked toward the shop. Dakshina stood alone on the roadside. And once again, the sadness crept back in.

"Look at the way she is dancing.. Don't you think she is hot.." , a boy piercing at a girl in pub told. "Yes, she is hot.." , another boy in the group said. "What do you say Arun.." , they asked the guy who is busy in sipping his mocktail "Ravi, why do you even ask him after knowing very well that he will never get feelings on any girl? " , another guy replied Arun just shakes his head with a smile on his face while keeping the glass down. "Rey, look at her.. She is so..." , when one guy was saying this, another guy shouted as "isn't she our Chaitu.." , Arun immediately turns his head towards the door only to see a girl wearing a knee length sleeveless black dress entering the pub. He without giving a second thought walks towards the door and drags her outside the pub.

One compound. Six families. Three generations. A fragile safe haven where love, conflict, and unspoken wounds share the same walls. Children grow up watching everything-learning without lessons, imitating without knowing, building strength from what they're told and what they're never meant to repeat. Fights feel personal. Life disappoints. Then, unexpectedly, it softens-proving that even in shared chaos, something beautiful is still being built.

Every Deva, Devi, Asura, Asuri have their story; But this story is in form of poetry; This story is about Darika and Bhadrakali; This story is about fiercest form of Bhagavathy. *** This poetry-story is based on one of the famous folklore of Kerala. [Completed] [Third person POV] *** Highest Ranking: #206 in Poetry on 11/7/2017 #125 in Poetry on 12/7/2017 *** ©2017 by Likhitha Reddy

"I'm addicted to the taste of your lips, like a sweet and endless wine." Saying this he softly sucked her lower lip She was shocked by his sudden ("Vidya's POV: I couldn't believe what this girl had done in her past. How could she love someone as arrogant as him? I thought to myself) _____________________________ "This is the biggest mistake I've made in my life, and I regret it now." ______________________________________

How far would you go to save a life? Would you stand on the sidelines with your camera on and post it on social media or would you jump in and save the person? Arjun, the man who has it all, amazing parents, annoying brother, three loving sisters and caring brother-in-laws and whole bunch of nieces and nephews who would do anything for their Arjun. After a lot of arguments and disagreements, Arjun decided to leave his family behind to start a life on his own, be his own person in a different country with no support from his family. When he was coping up with the new path of life, he finds a girl on the verge of death. The doctor in him wouldn't let him leave her alone. Is plastering the physical wounds enough to save her? Will he take up on something that might change his whole life? Tune in to find out more about Arjun and Sakhi the girl he saves. ****Can be read as stand alone, but it would be a little better if you read all my other works to get a better understanding of the characters ****

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* Wattpad's first south Indian movie compacted into story form.* *NOTE: In India, Vicky can be used as a male name, as it has been in this story* Maya, meet Vicky the police man. Vicky, meet Maya the media woman. And now that pleasantries are over, let me take you on a tale with the atypical romance, adventure, mystery and some (moderately high) ups alongside some (very low) downs, in which the two are forced to follow through with the case they unfortunately stumbled across. All this, but situated in the heart of Chennai, where (not mean girls, jealousy or life decisions) but rowdies, false charges and Bollywood-esque train scenes get in the way of both Wanderers' intertwining fate. Amazing cover by @thewierdkls Highest: #15 in Adventure

A story of "Mahira Gattamaneni & Arjun Mehta" Arjun Mehta finds himself falling deeply in love with his boss, the bold, classy, and unapologetically arrogant Mahira Gattamaneni. A professional relation navigates to a special bond blossomed, showcasing that love can arise in the most surprising of circumstances where Arjun's simplicity mingled with Mahira's sophistication. The beautiful love story suddenly takes unexpected turns, revealing hidden pasts, desires, and trauma. Will Mahira remains emotionless?? or Accepts Arjun love?? If Mahira accepts ,Will Arjun stay loyal to his love?? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Let's see where destiny leads their story........!!

"There is no ACCIDENTAL meeting between soul mates" This is a story of a South meeting North... A story of finding every emotion A story of finding soul mates A girl from Bangalore who never steps out of the city without her parent's support and permission STEPPED out for the first time to study archive her goals fulfill her dreams by convincing her parents with a lot of effort. But DESTINY has a different plan With all the dreams and goals to archive, destiny decided to make her meet her SOUL MATE. JOIN THE JOURNEY OF GIRL TO FIND OUT MORE..... NOTE No specific introduction to the characters is given Characters are introduced in between Every week new chapter..!