"Leave me alone, Azlan," Shahana choked out, her voice tight with anger and despair. "I'm not going anywhere with you." Ignoring her pleas, Azlan reached for her wrist, his grip firm but not brutal. Shahana flinched, the memory of countless similar moments flashing before her eyes. She tried to pull away, but his hold was unwavering. Desperate, she cast a pleading glance at her father, who stood frozen, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. His wife reached out to comfort him but was stopped by a subtle shake of his head. "Azlan, listen to me," Shahana said, her voice shaking. " I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I want a divorce." The words hung heavy in the air, met with a tense silence. Azlan's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening. He wouldn't let her go, not without a fight. Yet, amidst the fire of his determination, a flicker of pain flickered across his face. Shahana, emboldened by the spark of vulnerability, shifted her gaze towards her in-laws. "Baba," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Please ask Azlan to stop. I don't want to leave with him." Azlan's father, a man known for his calm demeanor, took a hesitant step forward. "Azlan," he began, his voice measured. "Perhaps we should all..." Before he could finish, Azlan cut him off, his voice laced with a controlled fury. "No, Dad. This is a private matter. Let us handle it." Even in the heat of his emotions, respect for his family shone through. He may be a ruthless businessman, but he wouldn't disrespect his father, the one person he truly valued. However, on this issue, he was determined to have his way. Ignoring everyone, he marched towards his car, grabbed her arm, and ushered her into the passenger seat. Without a word, he started the engine and sped away.

"𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆,𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ------------ Love series #1 --- India is known for its grand and lavish weddings-where every family dreams of making the day unforgettable. But this isn't just any wedding. This is a royal affair, uniting two powerful dynasties-one rooted in ancient legacy, the other built from the ground up through sheer determination. It was meant to be the wedding of the century. But what happens when one of the most crucial people in the ceremony fails to show up? Whispers began to float through the opulent hall. Eyes turned toward the figure sitting alone-confused, abandoned, and judged. The air thickened with gossip, and honor was at stake. To protect their pride, to silence society's tongue, they made a decision. A replacement was found. A replacement to uphold reputation... A replacement to protect dignity... A replacement for love? .................

This story is about a man, Raj Malhotra who belongs to a middle class family. He dreams of being a doctor, but life isn't smooth for him. He gets his mind into something else and begins the life of an unexpected evil. But will he able to make a positive comeback in life? Who will change his life? How can he change his life? Flip through the pages to discover! ......................................................... Discover the reality, something which seems to be fictional, but it's not. Dive into the world, where the happy isn't happy, the sad is the saddest, the cute is the evil. Like and share! PS: THIS IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED FOR TEENS AND ADULTS ; NOT FOR PRE-TEENS AND KIDS.

This is a story of one-sided love. Of waiting. Of silence. This is a story of glances that meant everything- and silences that hurt more than rejection. A story of a girl who loved quietly... and a boy who never noticed. A love triangle that you never regret to read. And also a teasing chaotic friend that will light up your mood ..... 💬 Written with heart, pain, and way too many Emotions. ✍🏼 This story is an original work of fiction, written by me - Anna. All characters, plotlines, dialogues, and emotional damage are mine. Do not copy, translate, repost, or steal. This story is protected. Please respect the effort and creativity behind it. Read. Feel. Cry. But don't claim. Thank you for being here. I hope this story lives in your chest for a little while. - Anna 🤍

An accidental marriage ✨🥀 In a world where family honor outweighs personal choice, Maithili Sharma, an innocent and loving village girl, is forced to flee from a life she never wanted, leaving behind everything familiar. Gentle at heart and quietly strong, she faces every hardship with grace and unwavering kindness. When an accidental marriage changes her fate, she accepts it wholeheartedly, hoping for a future she can finally call her own. Meanwhile, Advik Goenka, who was slowly falling for his girlfriend -Arya, finds himself caught in the cruel hands of fate. One thing he knows for sure-he'll never fall for girl he married in accident. Yet Maithili, with all her love and innocence, can't help but fall for him, risking her heart and knowing she might get burned. A single wedding chain, blessed in a temple, becomes a silent thread connecting two lives destined to cross, testing courage, love, and the meaning of true freedom. Will fate bring them together, or will the chains of society and tradition keep them apart forever? She fell first. He fell harder.🥀 Read the story to find out ✨✨

A story where revenge turns into a sinister obsession. Burhan kidnapped Alizeh to take her life to avenge on his dead father. But he couldn't succeed. Every time he attempted to kill her, her scarred breaths and whimpers drew him towards her only for him to end up marrying her but with just one purpose- ruining her completely. *** "For me, for you and for our love," He whispered, giving life to the match stick. The dim glow slightly illuminated the darkened room. The reflection of the fire visible in his green eyes. The smell of alcohol and acid was flooded in the room. She was on the floor, trying to crawl away from him. Her fearful doe eyes flickering between the match stick and his devilish eyes. "Please, no." She uttered in a barely audible voice, shaking her head in negative. She knew he was going to fire up the room. The next second, the burning match was thrown on the floor. The acid quickly picked up the fire as the rise of an inferno began. His tall entourage now completely visible as the fire continued to create light in the darkness. He took small, calculated step towards her only for her to crawl away from him in an utterly panicked state. But before she could go behind further, he reached her, squatted down to her level and threaded his finger in her locks. Jolting her head forward, he stared directly in her eyes. "Alizeh." he pushed aside a strand of hair away from her face, "I want to make love to you," He whispered with a note of finality, and placed his lips on hers as the fire continued to light up the room around them.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

> Drishti Nayak is 20 - chubby, quiet, and sweet to the bone. A girl who lives in oversized sweaters, always on Wattpad, and fantasies of mafia kings who kill for love. She never expected one to walk out of her imagination and into her life. > Massimo Ricci is 35 - the cold, calculating king of Italy's most feared mafia empire. He doesn't fall in love. He takes. And now, he wants her. For reasons even he can't understand, Drishti becomes his obsession - the only softness in his brutal world. But being his obsession comes at a cost. Because in Massimo's world, love isn't gentle. It's possessive. Dangerous. And forever

Arav Singh Rathore, the King of Jaipur - untouchable, arrogant, powerful. She's the curvy, middle-class girl who never stood a chance. Until she did. Radha never imagined her first job would land her face-to-face with Aarav Singh Rathore - the cold-hearted CEO feared across continents and worshipped by millions. But from the moment she walks into REH, everything changes. She's too innocent. He's too dangerous. And yet... he can't look away. What begins as a professional encounter quickly spirals into late-night tension, forbidden feelings, and a dangerously possessive obsession. " He ruled a kingdom. But she's the only thing he can't control."