I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

"Some bonds are written long before they are spoken." At just six years old, Shivanya Chauhan was married off in the name of tradition. To her innocent mind, it was nothing more than a game of "playing house." But to Rudraksh Singh Rathore - sixteen, city-bred, and bound by his grandfather's dying wish - it became a silent burden and a sacred promise. Years passed. He left to chase his dreams - a soldier forged in the fire of discipline and duty. She stayed behind - a bride in waiting, her life molded by customs, her heart clinging only to his memory. Twelve years later, Rudraksh returns as a decorated officer, and Shivanya stands before him as a woman - no longer the curious child he once protected. Yet between them lies a bond that defies time, silence, and distance. Was it only a vow he had to fulfill? Or a love written in destiny long before either of them understood it? ✨ A tale of promises, longing, and a love that outlives tradition.

In the heart of a bustling town , where dreams often danced just beyond reach, lived Sidharth - a man grounded in reality . His days were filled with responsibilities, his nights with silent hopes . Love , to him, was a luxury he believed he couldn't afford. Then came Sanchi -spirited,dreamy and full of life . She met him through family ties ; he was her Bhabhi's brother. From their first meeting, something clicked. she felt an unexplainable pull towards him , a sense that her heart had found its home . But Sidharth, ever the realistic, kept his distance, his mind clouded by obligations and the weight of his world. Saanchi couldn't shake the feeling that they were meant to be . She saw through his walls , sensing the warmth he tried to hide . Determined , she refused to back down , even in the face of rejection and denial . Her love was steadfast, believing that their union was not just a matter of chance , but destiny. Their journey together wasn't a fairy tale. It was messy , challenging and real . They navigated misunderstandings , faced societal expectations, and learned to grow together. It wasn't about grand romentic gestures but about the quite moments of understanding, the shared glances, and the unspoken promises. "HeartFelt" is their story - a tale of love that wasn't instant but grew with time , patience, and understanding. It's about finding your person in the most unexpected way and choosing to stand by them through all of life's ups and downs. Embark on this journey with Sidharth and Saanchi , and discover how love , when nurtured with sincerity and resilience, becomes the most beautiful story of all .❤️❤️❤️

It all started with one glance , one glance it took for Vikram to loose his heart to Maithali . One glance at a wedding was all that led to them sitting in a mandap surrounded by their family . Join the married life of 15 year old Maithali and 17 year old Vikram in the heart of Jaipur in 1965. All the photos taken from Pinterest belonging to their rightful owners

The royal tale of thakur and Brahmans For those girls who didn't believe in love at first sight The youngest daughter of Brahman marries to the eldest son of rajputs Jhanvi bharadwaj a sweet 21 years old bubbly girl Karan Thakur a 26 years old grumpy, mature and buisness guy How will this go How they will make it work out ? ___________________________________ Read further on my account @all copyright were reserved by me

" Why are getting angry dear son...!?" " I am just telling the truth , if you don't believe me then go and ask your dear wife... Didn't she tell you that she went to brothel house and sold her body to collect money for your treat-" Aryan punched Advait so hard that he landed on the ground with a loud thud. ______________________________________ " Aisha..." Aryan turned her towards him by holding her arm. " My... surgery costed 2 lakh... Isn't it..!?" " Ye..ah but-" " You sold maa's mangalsutra and got 60,000 rupees right..." " Hmm..." " What about the 1.5 lakh...!?" " That...tha..-" Aryan pulled her close to himself while breathing heavily, slowly his eyes turning red in terror . He took her hand and kept it on his head... " Swear on me that you didn't go to any brothel house for the money..." Suddenly hearing the word brothel from Aryan's mouth everything flashed infront of Aisha's eyes , she remembered that helpless day. Her eyes got teary and Aryan jerked back to a distance as if he was hit by a thunderbolt.... " No..no...no...this can't hap..pen...no..." He muttered holding his head like a maniac , he couldn't even hear Aisha's screams . __________________________________ Aryan Singhania a rich , handsome college student..( currently in the last year). He has dark past which he himself is unaware of but the people around him make him feel unwanted... Aisha Sharma a poor , sweet girl just joined the best college of her city..( currently in 3rd year). She has just her mother who works as a maid... They got married under certain circumstances, their love remained unconfessed while they started the new chapter of their life together.... 💃🏻 Let's enjoy this lovely tale together...❤️ 🛑 This is my orginal idea , any similarity or names (?) to some other story in anywhere in the universe is just a coincidence... ⚠️ Do not copy my work

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒘𝒐 1980s, set in a village. On what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Sanjana's dreams are shattered when her fiancé, Rishabh, flees, leaving her humiliated and broken. To protect her family's honor, a hasty marriage ties her to Rajveer-a man she barely knows except for the fact that he is her sister-in-law's brother. ✨TROPES✨ ╰┈➤ Bahut saare smuts. (18+, guys.) ╰┈➤ Arranged marriage/Replaced groom ╰┈➤ Opposites attract ╰┈➤ Fish-out-of-water ╰┈➤ Stoic Hero and Fiery Heroine ╰┈➤ Protectiveness ╰┈➤ Clash of lifestyles ╰┈➤ Redemption and Growth ╰┈➤ Playful Tension ╰┈➤ Mutual Respect

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Update schedule - In every 3rd day of the last update. Dark Indian fantasy This story is based on the 1950s when society was male dominated, women were not allowed to open their mouth or share their views. At that time, illegal marriages , domestic violence, and everything were normal. Men were even allowed to marry multiple times. At that time, girls were not allowed to study . Thakur Vijayendra Singh - head of 55 villages in Rajasthan, 30 yrs old, hotty , the most handsome guy of the whole village, and most wanted bachelor. He is a man who commanded attention without a word. Standing tall at 6'2ft, his broad shoulders and strong frame carried the weight of generations. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes holding an intensity that could pierce through the bravest of men. A faint tilak marked his forehead, a reminder of the lineage he carried with unshaken authority. Dressed in an off-white kurta, a finely embroidered shawl draped over one shoulder, and leather riding boots, he looked every bit the powerful ruler he was. His black horse, Raunak, galloped through the golden sands, dust swirling behind him as he rode through his lands like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Aaradhya Rathore - The Untamed Flame Aaradhya was like a delicate flame-small, bright but capable of burning everything in her path. At 18 years , 5'3ft, her petite frame held a spirit far larger than the world allowed her. Long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silk curtain, strands escaping to frame her delicate face. Her hazel eyes, lined with dark kohl, held a quiet defiance, a fire that refused to be tamed despite the world's expectations. There was an innocence to her beauty, but also stubbornness, an untamed spirit hidden beneath layers of silk and gold. #1 sadness on 22nd March 2025

Set in the 1980s, in a village where traditions hold more power than dreams. Tara-a young woman trapped by societal expectations, burdened by rejection, and scarred by loss. With nowhere left to turn, she finds herself at the edge of despair, questioning if there's anything left to fight for. Then there's Dhruv-a man who refuses to accept the world's injustices as fate. Practical yet defiant, he challenges the very beliefs that have kept Tara caged. When their paths collide on a fateful night, neither of them realizes that this meeting will change their lives forever. This is their story-a tale of love, defiance, and the struggle to break free from a society that refuses to change. But in a world where rules are set in stone, can love truly rewrite destiny? ☆ Warning - This story explores themes that may be sensitive or uncomfortable for some readers. It is entirely fictional and based on my imagination. Given its setting in the 1980s, in a rural village, certain events may reflect harsh societal realities. Reader discretion is advised.