An arranged marriage love story set in the 1980s This is a soft romance story To the women who choose silence over speaking, Those who do not wish to survive, but are told to. To the men who carry the weight of responsibility, And stand bravely beside their loved ones. Two souls - one burdened by life, the other bound by duty. When traditions and dreams meet, destiny begins to unfold. ***************************************************** She dreams of becoming an doctor in life. He believes that sweetness can melt even the hardest hearts. Rajni Bansal, a 22-year-old quiet and determined girl, once dreamed of becoming an doctor. But after a tragic accident shattered her dreams, she devoted herself to caring for her family. Living with her chacha and chachi in the city, she shoulders every responsibility, with no faith left in love or marriage. Rajat Singh Chauhan, a 34-year-old sweet-maker, has spent his life fulfilling his family's needs. Since the age of fifteen, he has carried the weight of responsibility with quiet strength. For him, marriage is a long-cherished dream - a picture of love, warmth, and companionship. When fate unexpectedly ties them together in an arranged marriage set up by Rajni's chacha in the village, their worlds collide. She never dreamed of marriage. He has always dreamed of his bride. Will she lose herself again in the chains of tradition - or will his kindness and love heal her broken heart? A slow-burning romance between two souls - where tradition tests dreams, and love rewrites destiny.

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐯 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 ⋆⭒˚.⋆𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑰: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ "We are getting married in a week." He stated. I looked at him with my tear filled eyes. He took my both hands in his , slowly caressing them as his gaze met mine. I wondered how he could be so calm in such a situation. "You don't have to marry me. I don't want to be a burden on someone." , I muttered as I slowly averted my gaze from him. " I need you in my life, Miraya. And to answer your question, you will never be a burden on me. NEVER."I quickly looked at him. And to be by his side for this past one hour felt like he was healing something inside me. Something he has never broken. His words seemed odd. And still they were enough to assure me to trust him with my life. "Why?" "I need an heir for my family and your child needs a father. No one will know about this except us. Okay?" ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ Miraya Agnihotri married her bestfriend's only cousin brother, the billionaire Raghav Singhania, to provide a father to her unborn child, and an heir to his family. She had struggled all her student life to fund her education and find jobs to make ends meet for her family, only to never get the love she deserved from them. Her boy-friend promised her their forever future to her and marry her one day but he died in a car accident before she could announce her pregnancy news to him. Will she ever be able to forget her boyfriend and love Raghav more than only as the father to her child? Is this just a marriage-of-convenience or a promise of forever love? Did Raghav really marry her out of pity or was she his chosen bride?

1990s. A village where fear wears the face of tradition. He is the Sarpanch-powerful, ruthless, unquestioned. Men bow. Women lower their eyes. No one dares to speak against him. She enters his house behind a ghoonghat, her name fading the moment she becomes the Sarpanch's wife. In this village, a woman's silence is praised, her suffering is normal, and her consent is never asked for. Inside the walls of authority and customs, control replaces affection. Nights are heavy. Days are lonelier. Every step she takes is watched, every breath measured by rules written by men long before her. This is not a love story. It is the story of ownership disguised as marriage, of power mistaken for respect, and of a woman trapped between fear and survival. Because in some villages, being a wife is not a role. It is a sentence The Sarpanch's Wife is a raw village tale of power, patriarchy, suppressed emotions, and a woman's journey from silence to self-realization. In Bhairavpur, men rule the land- but this story is about the woman who learns to rule herself.

1970s Rajasthan The story of a innocent timid girl who is married to a man who is fourteen years older than her. Belonging to conservative families, will they ever make a perfect match or their relationship will be stucked in the social evils of the society of that time? Peep in to find out! Started - 30/05/2023 Ended - 04/01/2024 Mature content, abusive words & domestic violence

1968..ᝰ "𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥." Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞." ꫂ❁ वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी Mrinalini Mishra dreams of shaping her own destiny, independent, fearless, and proudly self-reliant. But life rarely honors the plans of those who dare to dream. "Arrange Marriage" binds her to a name that shakes Prayagraj, Uttar Pradesh. The surname of a man both respected and feared, a strict criminal lawyer whose presence commands silence. He is the storm of the night intense, intimidating and deeply unreadable. A man who made merciless sinners beg for mercy. She is the gentle midnight breeze - soft yet unwavering, calm yet resilient. When their contrasting worlds collide within the sacred bond of marriage, their lives ignite with tension, vulnerability, suppressed emotions, and truths society never intended to confront. Will she continue her fight for identity and independence? Or will marriage force her to surrender everything she believes in?

They didn't fall in love. They broke into it. A marriage built on silence. A man who never lets go. And a woman who's never known what it feels like to be chosen-until now. He loved in silence. She ached in noise. Adyant Shah was everything Dhruvi Kapoor couldn't understand-quiet, composed, untouchable. She wanted fire. He offered stillness. But some loves don't need grand gestures-just the courage to stay. hello fellas, Bold at heart, soft in words. I write the kind of love that aches-and the kind of pain that lingers. If you're here to feel, you're home. Its an matured theme story and will keep you hooked. its my first story as well so please let me know if you like it.

Her voice shook as she asked again, "Rudraksh... please, what's happening? I don't understand. Why am I here?" Rudraksh stood still, his expression unreadable. But in his eyes there was something different in them. Something colder than the warmth she was used to. He couldn't let sympathy cloud his judgment. Not now. Not when his duty came first. "You're confused," he said, his voice firm, which felt unfamiliar. "You're going to take a lie detector test. It's part of the process. We need to know what you remember... and what you don't." Drishti stared at him, her heart sinking. A lie detector test? She had no idea what he was talking about. It felt like all of this was happening to someone else, not her. "I don't understand," she whispered, shaking her head as fear tightened in her chest. Rudraksh didn't answer. Instead, without warning, he moved. With a calm, practiced motion, he reached for the handcuffs. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Rudraksh!" she cried, panic rising in her voice. "What are you doing?!" . . . This story revolves around ACP Rudraksh Rawat. A cold, calculative and dangerously calm man who is married to Drishti Rathor a sweet simple woman

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨