She came to Bangalore to chase a career. He saw her once-and never stopped watching. A silent man. A photo. A green saree & A jasmine scent he couldn't forget. What began as stares across rooms turns into obsession, fantasy, and a hotel key that unlocks her body... and his secrets. But when family threats force him to vanish, she builds a new life-until fate throws them back into each other's arms across continents. He never moved on. She never forgave. Now all that's left is what happens between shadows, sheets, and second chances. A slow-burn, age-gap, steamy romance set between Bangalore and Berlin. Where the heat never cools... even when the rain falls. Rated: MATURE / 18+ Main Characters Aarav Age: 30 Height: 6'2" Profession: Silent investor in an architecture firm Personality: Quiet, mysterious, extremely protective, and possessive Desires: Dominant. Silent watcher. Worships her body like ritual. Vaani Subramaniam Age: 21 Height: 5'2" Background: From a traditional Tamil Brahmin family Profession: UX designer in a Bangalore startup Personality: Smart, emotional, secretly wild. Desires: Wants to be loved fiercely, to feel chosen, to break out of control Side Characters Dev Aarav's younger brother Vaani's friendly co-worker, sweet and fun Unknowingly the reason they met Mrs. and Mr. Devraj Traditional South Indian parents Love their sons but hold strict expectations Deepak (brief role) Charming on the outside, disloyal inside

She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.

They told me the house was empty. That the boy I was supposed to care for wasn't real. Just a doll. Just a job. But then I heard things. Felt things. The whispers in the walls, the way the air shifted like someone was always watching me. I should be scared. I should leave. But there's something about him-something that keeps pulling me back. Maybe it's the loneliness in his voice. Or the way he lingers in the shadows, waiting for me to see him. All I know is... I don't think I want to run anymore.

He was 23, and she was 18. They stood together in the registry office, ready to sign the papers that would officially make them husband and wife. It was a secret marriage-only his friend and his girlfriend knew about it. He signed first, then handed her the pen with a smile, but her heart raced as doubt and insecurity clouded her thoughts. Was this the right decision? What if his father found out about the marriage? Would his family accept an orphan and a maid like her as a daughter-in-law? What if, after fulfilling his desires, he grew tired of her and abandoned her? She had no one to stand up for her, no one to turn to if things went wrong. Was it true love, or was he simply lusting after her? Why would a billionaire's son want her? He could have anyone-maybe even a movie star-but he chose her. Why? Despite her fears, her love for him was genuine. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her insecurities weighing heavy on her heart. He took her hand in his, offering a gentle squeeze, then motioned for her to sign the papers. With a quiet nod, she did. His friends clapped and congratulated the couple, each one signing as a witness on the papers. Now, legally, they were husband and wife. But to the outside world, she was nothing more than a maid in his house.

A woman in her thirties. A housewife. Once a orphan. Once a loner. A young cricketer in his twenties. A heartthrob celebrity. Always a charmer. Always a popular. Sadhna was a simple woman who dreamt of a happily ever after with a prince charming and cute babies. It was perfectly said that dreams hardly came true. And for Sadhna, they never did. She had accepted her reality and life of never ending hopelessness and compromise. Just when life couldn't have gotten worse, she met a young celebrity cricketer. For her, he was a star, so far and bright. Yet, he chose to be her personal light, happiness, and love provider. What we want is often different from what god planned for us. And for Sadhna, her reality was about to turn better than a dream, more than a simple happily ever after.

Three people from three different tribes of a same kingdom become inseparable friends. With their increasing age comes the increasing hunger for power and revenge. When all odd circumstances arise at once will their friendship pass the testimony or will they give up their friendship for their own pride ? .......

His pov: I looked around me, blood dripping down from my hands but it wasn't mine. All I see around me is the fear in each and everyone's eyes present there. Even though I loved that feeling, a part of me always wanted to feel something else. So, I kept looking at faces by face until..... I saw those eyes, "Her eyes" Her pov: Those "bloody eyes". They hold a sense of familiarity. A sense of Home. A sense of calm. A sense of Affinity.

"Do you know, Guruma told me how much she likes me being there." Thirteen year old Meenakshi spoke about her new life. "She is absolutely right. Having you around is like having our blessings around." Chitrama said, as she slowly massaged her bruised arms. "Who would not like you?" She asked, her question rhetorical. "My parents." Meenakshi whispered, making Chitrama look at her. She smiled softly at her, as she saw the little girl becoming a woman. "Does you feet not hurt you?" She asked diverting her attention. They were bruised from walking on the rocks and climbing trees. "No ma. I am used to the pain." Meenakshi said, making Chitrama's heart weep. "One day, you shall be cherished dear, so much that all this pain will be worth it." She said, caressing her soles, before she bandaged them. "I don't have any such expectations ma. And I don't wish to." She said, before she walked to the bathing area.

I'm dedicating this book to @malanimaniraja22 He is 26 and she is 18. He is not ready to give his love to anyone else expect his Nithya. All she longs for is love. ...................................................................... Pointing the screen, the doctor said... That's your baby... Indrajith looked at the screen with tears of joy in his eyes....."Nithya namma kozhanda Nithya". Hearing these words Magizhini's eyes poured out tears. She was looking at Indrajith with pain in her eyes. She held his hands. He glared at her and swatted her hands away. Magizhini noticed the doctor looking at them. She gulped down the tears and put a smile on her face but she couldn't erase the pain she is feeling right now. Indrajith made sure to make Magizhini regret this Marriage. He made sure she feels that she is living the life of an another girl every seconds she lives . She never wanted this. All she wanted was love but what she received is hatred and venomous words... ...................................................................... This is the story of an orphan girl who longs for love. Did she get it at the end?? Started : 22 May 2023 Ended : 22 August 2025 To know that dive into the story.....

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?