"Where have you been?" He asked her calmly but sternly Silence. She said nothing. "I'm asking you," he repeated, louder now-. She still didn't answer, but turned to leave, the sting of disappointment gripping her throat. But before she could take a step, he grabbed her wrist. "Where do you think you're going?" he snapped, voice taut with frustration. In one swift motion, he pulled her back and pinned her gently but firmly against the wall. The air crackled around them. "Why are you behaving like this?" he demanded, his eyes boring into hers. "Leave me!" she shot back, her voice sharp, cracking. "What's wrong with you?" His patience snapped. "why!" he shouted. "You've been avoiding me, shutting me out, walking around like a ghost! And when I ask you-you push me away! Why, Sona? What did I do?" Her chest heaved. Tears welled in her eyes. His grip loosened slightly, but his gaze never faltered. "You want to know?" she hissed, eyes wild with pain. "You really want to know what's wrong with me?" "Yes!" he shouted back, breathless, helpless. She shoved him back. "I love you, Adharv sir !" Her voice echoed like thunder through the room. "That's what's wrong with me. That's what's killing me."she run away from there

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Amal spent her life in silence-unwanted by her family, treated like a burden, denied love and freedom. She grew up believing her voice was meaningless... until Farid entered her world. Farid wasn't just a husband. He was her protector, her safe place, the shield between her and the cruelties she had always endured. With him, Amal found the love, respect, and courage she had never known before. To everyone around them, theirs was the perfect love story-one every woman dreamed of living. So why, after finally finding happiness, did Amal choose to walk away? In this journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Amal's truth will break your heart and open your eyes. It was an unspoken love- not declared in words, but proven in the way it was lived. 30-june-2025 #1 sad love story 20-july-2025 #1 heart broken story 9-sep- 2025 #1 romentic tension

This isn't a story for the faint of heart. This is a story about a girl who loved a boy. A boy who couldn't love her back. This is a story about the bitter, the sweet, betrayals, second chances, and redemption. If your heart doesn't hurt by the end of this wreckage, then I haven't done my job properly.

Nothing catches someone off guard like their spouse casually saying "I want a divorce." So what's a girl to do when her life gets turned upside down with no notice? For Andi Mathews it means moving to a small tourist town and hoping to never have to see her ex-husband again. But no one said it would be easy, and Andi soon figures out that love isn't as black and white as he made it seem. Especially when she meets Rob, the town heart breaker who can relate to Andi's plight unlike anyone else.

Abused and abandoned Ella Lee, she thinks the whole world hates her, her father, her mum who left her, and the school's bad boy and dickhead in her eyes, Jason Williams. Highest rank------#5 in Romance /// What's Hot list #2-in depression #3- in bullied ----THIS BOOK IS COMPLETED---- HIGHEST RANK IN 'ROMANCE'-----#50 (03/12/17) Cover by @susansalem ---------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- "Ella Ella Ella, how many times do I have to tell you, don't lie with me," with that, I pull her up from her collar and push her to the wall. Watching as she strains, she tries to push my hand away but is to weak. Harris and TJ start to tip her trampy bag upside down and search through it. I was kidding about the money, I'm basically loaded but it makes me laugh when I do this to her. The pathetic helpless shit deserves it. I notice them stop and look back at me, signalling there is nothing and she is clean. She pants and looks at me directly in the eye. Hmm where do girls hide stuff? She's clean is she? Well is her body clean for anything? I look down at her body and grin up at her raising an eyebrow, she immediately gasps, "We are clever aren't we? This is going to be a fun search," I grin madly at her and pin her down to the dry floor, trying to get a firm hold. ---------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- So, what happens when Ella becomes pregnant, and yes you've guessed it, with the 'bad boy's baby'? How does he take it? Will he change or carry on with his games? Most of all, how will he change?

Hearing the same word being repeated twice by him stunned me. I turned to face him. Anger was all over his face... I couldn't comprehend whether I heard it right or not. But he didn't even hesitate to repeat it again for the third time. "I divorce you...." ------------------------------------- Sometimes things don't go the way we want it to go. Instead it turns into a horrible nightmare. Rabia's life wasn't a bed of roses. With darkness everywhere, she just had one ray of light in her life. But what happens when circumstances change in a way that it goes beyond her own imagination and the worst part is that she can't even decide whether now she'll be really Out of Wreckage?

There is a kind of silence that comes just before thunder-heavy, suffocating. That was the silence in Sahastra Tripathi's heart. He had walked away from privilege and power-for love. For Sparshika. But she wasn't Sparshika. She was Urvi. And everything he had abandoned was now burning behind him. "What happened, Urvi? Did you forget your name or think I was a fool?" "I... I was going to tell you-" Two strides. He grabbed her hair. CRACK! Her head slammed into the kitchen counter. Plates shattered. She cried out, collapsing, blood gushing from her forehead. "Sahastra ji!" she whimpered. He yanked her back up. SLAP! Her cheek snapped sideways. She fell again, lip split open. "Please don't hit me..." He pressed his shoe on her cheek, grinding it into the marble. "You lied to me. Your name, your past-everything was a lie." "No... I love you!" He crouched, grabbed her face. His eyes burned. "My father was on the brink of death... because of you." She blinked, stunned. "What?" "Still pretending?" SLAP! She hit the floor again. "I really don't know..." He didn't let her finish. He lifted her, threw her over his shoulder, stormed into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. His belt came off. He tied her wrists to the bedposts-tight, ruthless. He crouched again, jaw clenched. "Because of you, my father is in this condition." "You gave away his location, didn't you?" "But too bad... he survived." "But now he can't walk. And neither will you." He grabbed her foot-twisted. CRACK! She screamed. He smiled darkly. "Don't stop screaming. Your pain soothes me." He grabbed her other foot. Twisted-slow, calculated. Stopped just before the break. "I could break it... but not yet." "I'll break you. And your legs. Slowly." He stood, breath ragged. Eyes hollow. "Just like my father can't walk... you never will." He turned, slammed the door. Urvi lay tied, broken, bleeding. She could no longer tell what hurt more-her body, or her heart.

"Kapde utar," he said coldly. ["Strip"] Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. "Muh khol." ["Open your mouth"] She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently. "Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other. ["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"] She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told. Because Trayambak wasn't a husband. He was a monster. And she was trapped.

Their marriage was built on family ties, not love or at least, that's what he believed. To him, it was a responsibility. To her, it was everything. She entered the marriage with a heart full of hope, believing that one day, he might return her love. But Zayan Malik had long buried his ability to feel, to connect especially with someone who looked at him with such quiet devotion. Seeing that hope in her eyes, he pulled away not out of cruelty, but to protect her from the hollowness inside him. What he didn't realize was that his silence, his absence, his indifference... would shatter her heart more deeply than any harsh word ever could. And when he left without a goodbye, she thought the pain had reached its peak. Until she discovered she was carrying his child.