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Arjun Reddy lay sprawled on the terrace, his face flushed from a night of heavy drinking. The early morning sun peeked over the horizon, its light filtering through the haze of his stupor. A faint rustling sound disturbed the silence as the neighbor, an elderly woman, approached, her face etched with annoyance.
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Who doesn't love Polladhavan? This story is a Polladhavan fan fiction, but instead of focusing on Dhanush's character, it explores the life of the villain, Daniel Balaji's Ravi. What if Ravi had a love story in Polladhavan? How would it have changed the storyline? That's the central idea of this story. "Don't you think you're a bit overreacting?" "Yes, it might look fake for you. But, my love is true." Karthik let out a chuckle. "But, you won't get her. This is what you say with every girl you see." "No I'm serious this time." "This time? Then, why did you throw acid on...?" "Don't remind me of that. That's past. She will definitely accept me, now as she has no other option left." "In your dreams, Ravi." Ravi is short-tempered, ruthless, and determined to become the don of his area. He refuses to work and dreams of making a big impact-either by committing a high-profile murder or smuggling drugs. His brother, however, sees him as useless and good for nothing. Maya, on the other hand, is a college student whose only goal is to score good marks and secure a job to support her struggling family. She is hardworking, ambitious, and has no time for distractions. But what happens when Ravi falls for Maya? Will she ever reciprocate his love for a rowdy?
"Have you ever seen your face in the mirror, you ugly fat woman." I stood there silently without even uttering a word. "You need a husband who looks like a model, is it? See, you are just a burden to me. I hate fat people like you." "Then, why the heck did you say yes to this marriage?" "I was left with no other option. Don't ever think that I'll accept you as my wife. Got, it?" I said nothing and left his room. I didn't wanna look vulnerable in front of him. "Ever since I was born, everyone has made fun of me for being overweight. No one stood by my side. I had high hopes from my husband. Now, he's also saying the same. Maybe, it's true that I'm an ugly duck." Stella is a plus size young woman. She is a college student who is in search of a job. Everyone has made fun of her because of her weight. She looks beautiful but not in the eyes of this judgemental society. Mathew is a 6'2" tall young businessman. He is a fitness freak. He loves to talk a lot. He's an extrovert. But, he hates people who are fat and doesn't have a control on their diet and weight. He looks down upon such people. He also dumped one of his girlfriends for gaining weight.
She was his junior, and he was her senior. She admired him in secret, while he remained completely unaware of her existence. She prayed to marry him and he prayed to marry another woman. She loved him wholeheartedly, and he did too-but he loved someone else. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 It was a hospital. As usual, there were many accident cases. A man's body, covered in blood from multiple injuries, lay on a stretcher. "Nurse, get the patient's details and contact his family, quickly.", the doctor said. Zoya, who was passing by with her equipment, noticed the commotion. "Another accident case," she thought, feeling sympathy for the person. "Ya Allah, please save him," she prayed. As she was about to leave, her gaze fell on the person lying on the stretcher. She froze, recognizing him, unconscious and covered in blood. "Shaan?" "Ma'am, none of his family members are answering the call," the nurse informed the doctor. Hearing this, Zoya felt tears streaming down her face as she looked at him. She stepped forward. "Ma'am, what happened to him? Please, treat him quickly," she pleaded to the doctor. "And who are you to him, miss?" the doctor asked. Zoya hesitated. "His... friend," she replied. Zoya is a Microbiology student currently pursuing her PhD at Aurobindo College and Hospital. She completed her undergraduate and postgraduate studies at SSR College. An introvert with very few friends, she rarely speaks and has little interest in boys. She loves spending time in the library-a true representation of a typical "nerd." Shaan, on the other hand, is a software engineer who completed his M.Tech at SSR College. He is an ambivert with a small circle of friends. While he speaks little around strangers, he opens up and talks a lot, once comfortable. He loves attending parties and would go to any extent to prove his love-a classic example of a charismatic yet reserved personality.
After discovering she was pregnant with her late husband’s child, Shrika decided to keep the baby. She was determined to raise the child with love and care, envisioning a future filled with promise. Leaving behind the painful memories of Dev and the suffering he caused, she devoted herself entirely to her unborn child, finding a new sense of purpose in their life together. Twenty-five years later... "Jai, don’t repeat the mistake your father made,” Shrika said, her fists clenched tightly. Jai frowned in confusion. “What mistake did Dad make?” “This... whatever you’re doing to Aaksha,” she replied, her voice shaking with emotion. Jai stared at her, still confused, then suddenly burst out laughing. “Mom, what are you even saying? Are you telling me Dad loved someone so much he brought her home and—" He stopped mid-sentence as the meaning behind her words began to sink in. The realization hit him like a tidal wave. “That woman... it was you, wasn’t it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Shrika looked down, silent, as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Where am I?", she was terrified after looking at the unfamiliar place. She panicked and started banging on the door. "Someone please open the door. I'm struck, here. I'm feeling suffocated." She got no response. With full of sadness, she sat on the bed trying to process everything which happened before she was brought here. She remembers waiting for a cab around 8pm near her office. After that she doesn't remember anything. She started searching for another door but found none. Just then, her gaze fell on a huge photo hanging on the wall. It was none other than Vijay Devarakonda. There was his signature in the photo. She panicked. "Am I at Vijay Devarakonda's house?" Vijay is a famous South Indian Actor who is a heart rob of a million girls. Even though, girls love him a lot, he loves only one girl on this earth who is none other than Shrika Dhawan, an Infosys Techie. Shrika is unaware about Vijay Devarakonda's intentions and is living a happy life waiting for her prince charming. Will Vijay be her prince charming? Read my book to find out about this.
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