Naam Marandha Kadhal
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Last published Sat, Jul 12, 2025
Nethra × Aadhav
The corridor outside the library was unusually quiet, soaked in golden afternoon silence. Nethra walked slowly, a book clutched to her chest, lost in her own soft thoughts.
And then-
A sudden hand.
A gasp muffled.
An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back, silencing her with a palm against her lips.
Before she could scream, she was dragged into an empty classroom and slammed gently against the wall. Her book fell to the floor with a soft thud.
Her eyes widened in panic - until she saw him.
Aadhav.
Her lips moved, mouthing his name in silence. A name that never left her throat.
But before she could say anything more, her palm met his cheek with a sharp crack. His head turned from the impact, but his eyes burned darker when they met hers again.
He stepped closer.
And without a word-he kissed her. Fiercely. Desperately. Like she was the war he'd already lost.
She shoved him back with all her might and slapped him again. This time, harder. Her breath was ragged with rage and shock.
But Aadhav only smiled.
His fingers wrapped around her throat-not choking, but firm enough to freeze her.
"I warned you," he whispered against her lips.
And he kissed her again, even harder.
She bit his lip to break free-tasting blood and defiance. He flinched, but didn't stop.
As she raised her hand for a third slap, his grip caught her wrist mid-air.
"If you slap me again," he growled, his voice rough and low, "I'll kiss you again."
Nethra yanked her hand free, her chest heaving with fury and something she couldn't name. She turned and stormed out, leaving the door swinging behind her.
Aadhav stood still, wiping the blood from his lip. His eyes didn't leave her retreating figure.
"She still feels it," he whispered to himself. "She still burns."
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" Yadi aapki patni aapse kuch mange , toh aap denge Aarya? Mana toh nahi karenge na?" Her sweet melodious voice made his heart flutter like a young, naive teenager, not the calm man who had gained absolute control on his emotions. There was an almost awkward silence for a moment in the room that had been so beautifully decorated for their wedding night, before he spoke. It seemed he had nearly lost his voice, for it took far too much effort to speak up. " Mana toh nahi karunga, kintu de bhi kya sakta hoon...swayam ko praapt hui bhiksha ke atirikt..." His lashes were lowered, & he looked so sad that her heart clenched. He looked on in mild surprise when she lifted his hand where it was resting in his lap. She held his large, masculine, work-worn calloused palms in her soft, delicate ones. He nearly stopped breathing when her rosebud lips pressing sweet kisses against the skin in the centre of his open palm. Blood rushed to his cheeks, causing them to turn a rare shade of crimson much like hers.No woman had touched him like this before. " Uski koi avashyakta nahi hai, Aarya. Mere liye toh aapke hriday mein ek chota sa sthaan aur apna samast jeevan aapke saath bitaane ka avsar hi pariyapt hai." She told at him with a smile which sent his heart thundering , while she lost herself in the depth of those pools of molten copper. This beautiful cover for the story is created by my dear sakhi @Yudhiiwrites 🌹❣️ ********* I have always wondered, What if Draupadi chose Yudhishthir in her Swayamvar? That says it all....😉
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