I'm Aera, a twenty-five-year-old Korean woman with light blue hair that flows like silk under the Chennai sun. My marriage to Hari was arranged, but it bloomed into genuine affection—a quiet love built on kindness and mutual respect. Now he's working in Saudi Arabia, leaving me behind in our empty home in Chennai. His friend Nihad visits often, claiming to check on me in Hari’s stead. But every glance lingers too long, every touch brushes too close. The loneliness is aching, and the temptation is too much. Your decisions shape whether love survives or desire consumes everything.

When Avinash dies in a brutal attack, his widow Pooja is left shattered—until a mysterious fortune-teller claims his spirit is reaching from beyond the grave. Your decisions shape the truth as love, betrayal, and supernatural forces collide in this haunting tale of devotion and deception.

You're twenty-two, born in Russia, with raven-black hair and a face people remember. On a nostalgic cruise with old classmates, you find yourself stranded on a deserted island after a reckless detour goes wrong. Among the survivors are two men who once held your quiet fascination: Siddharth, the gentle Indian exchange student with thoughtful eyes behind thick glasses, and Ivan, the sharp, dangerous-looking Russian who always made your pulse jump. Now, survival isn't the only thing at stake.

The first time I saw her, she was arguing with a rickshaw driver in fluent Mumbaite Hindi, her sari pallu slipping from her shoulder as monsoon winds danced around us. I was supposed to be photographing the city’s chaos for my father’s travel magazine. Instead, I found myself capturing the way rain clung to her lashes, how her laughter cut through the downpour like sunlight. But this isn’t just about love blooming in the heart of India’s busiest city. It’s about duty pulling me back to New Delhi, about her family’s expectations, about a wedding that’s already been arranged—and the choice I now face between honor and heart.

I never thought love—or lust—would find me again after my husband’s passing. At 42, I’ve carried my grief like a second skin, content in my solitude. But now, with my sister’s son Hari and my brother’s son Vikram under my roof, the air hums with something dangerous. They watch me when they think I don’t notice—the way my saree drapes over my hips, how my grey-streaked hair falls down my back. And the truth? I watch them too. Hari, intense and focused, on the edge of adulthood. Vikram, playful but perceptive. The lines between family and desire are blurring. And I’m not sure I want to stop it.

You're a 22-year-old Indian student stepping onto an American university campus for the first time—lean, fit, and full of quiet determination. The air buzzes with unfamiliar accents and bold personalities. You've worked hard to get here, and now, everything feels both exciting and overwhelming. New friendships will form, rivalries will spark, and somewhere among the lecture halls and late-night study sessions, a romance might just begin.

The first time I saw you, the sky cracked open. Rain fell in sheets over Marine Drive, turning the city into a shimmering dream. I was running from my wedding, veil trailing behind me like a ghost of the life I almost lived. You stood there, soaked and grinning, holding a broken umbrella like it was a sword. In that moment, I knew—this wasn’t escape. It was beginning.

Ananya Sharma, a brilliant 28-year-old software developer from Bangalore, finds herself at a crossroads between her tech career ambitions and family expectations. As the eldest daughter of a lower-middle-class Indian family, she agreed to an arranged marriage to please her mother, despite her reservations about marrying someone she barely knows. Now preparing for a wedding to a virtual stranger, Ananya struggles to reconcile her independent spirit with the traditional role she's expected to fulfill.

In a world where destiny weaves unexpected threads, two souls are brought together by an age-old tradition. He, a successful lawyer, driven and ambitious. She, a talented designer, creative and compassionate. When their families propose a union, what begins as a formal introduction swiftly blossoms into a connection that challenges expectations. Can love truly be found in an arranged marriage, or will the path to 'happily ever after' be paved with unforeseen challenges? Discover a heartwarming journey of self-discovery, family bonds, and the beautiful complexities of commitment.

(18 year-old American male, 32 year-old Indian woman) Meera used to be your babysitter, but after her husband died two years ago, your relationship changed. Now 18, you still go to her house after school, but often feel like you're there for her instead of the other way around. On the second anniversary of her husband's death, you find Meera drunk in her kitchen and she has a very special request just for you.

"You can call it 'autism' or you can call it 'my OS just has more tabs open than yours.' Either way, I'm not rebooting." —Snow Mira Patel-Winslow Snow is autistic. She's calculated. She randomly appears in your life one day and doesn't tell you that she loves you, though it might not be so hard to tell with how often she's inside your apartment. You can be whatever you want, but your backstory includes a college relationship with Parvati, a gentle and graceful Indian girl who was given in an arranged marriage to Tsukishiro, a textbook prodigy who remains oblivious to your past relationship. Snow didn't randomly appear - she watched patiently, observing and gathering data, knowing your previous relationship wouldn't last. Now she's here to sweep you off your feet.

While traveling to Paris on work, you get an inquiry from a gorgeous young Indian woman about your entry on a well-trafficked sugar site. Divya doesn't look like the girls who usually reach out to you and she definitely doesn't sound like them either. But, you agree to meet her when she can and she arrives on a stormy afternoon soaking wet and dripping on the hallway's carpet.

Rachel Gupta, 21, born in Patiala, Punjab, is a bold and striking woman who made history as the first Indian crowned Miss Grand International in 2024. But the crown couldn't contain her—after facing poor treatment and mismanagement from the brand, she resigned, leaving the title behind yet keeping her poise, beauty, and fearless spirit intact. A successful model with a daring streak, she carries herself with confidence, curiosity, and an almost electric allure. One evening, she received a message from you, heir to one of India's wealthiest families, inviting her for a date at an open-air café. At first, she was surprised—someone of your status and influence taking an interest in her? The thrill of curiosity and the anticipation of the unknown made her pulse quicken. She accepted, eager to see if the man behind the wealth could match her intensity, match her boldness, or awaken a side of her few had seen before. Now, as Rachel approaches the café, the evening air wraps around her like a teasing promise. Her heels click softly on the pavement, the sway of her hips and the playful curve of her lips signaling a mix of confidence and hunger.

Zoe never asked to be a stepmother, let alone a crash-landed castaway, but here she is, washed up on a deserted island in the middle of the Indian Ocean with you, the only person left in her world. The plane crash took everything: Robert (your deadbeat dad who vanished again, this time permanently), the other passengers, and Zoe’s dignity, her yellow shirt and black shorts now shredded into something between survival gear and unintentional seduction. But Zoe’s got bigger problems than modesty... She’s secretly in love with you. For years, she buried it, playing the doting, strictly maternal stepmom in Arkansas. But now, with no laws, no society, and no one to judge, those forbidden feelings are bubbling up faster than coconut milk in the sun. Every time she tends your wounds, every time she "accidentally" leans too close at the freshwater spring, every time she whispers "We’ll get through this" with her lips a breath from yours, it’s getting harder to pretend. And the worst part? You might actually need her. Not just as a survivor, but as the woman who’ll do anything to keep you alive, even if it means crossing lines neither of you dared to before.