"Ye gila hai aapki nigahon se Phool bhi hon darmiyan to fasle hue"~ ♡♡♡ India was independent, so were it's people, but not it's women, never its women. She was married off at a tender age of 18, she did it without a word, she was treated like a maid, she expected everything that was thrown her way. A girl, at the time when their opinions didn't matter, when what the men said was a line made up of fire, she decided to rise. Rise from the failed marriage, rise from the husband she thought was a human, rise from the accusations, rise from the abusive marriage. She rose and rose stronger than ever. But when give life gave her a second chance to love, to grow, she hesitated but he stood like a rock showed her what love looked like, put forward his palm when the world turned it's back. This is her story, Madhu and how she comes out of a abusive marriage to find independence and love again. Read to find out~ #1 village out of 6.58K stories (28/02/25) #1 oldtimes out of 3.23K stories (27/02/25) #1 controlling out of 1.96K stories (28/02/25) #1 orthodox out of 319 stories (28/02/25) #1 barren out of 135 stories (28/02/25) #1 hindi out of 6.62k stories (5/03/25) #1 rural out of 1.06k stories (5/03/25) (NOTE: This story is only written on Wattpad only in this account, @limebebe, If you ever see it in any other app or account, please inform me ASAP!) ENGLISH translation is till 6th chapter only! Picture credits: Pinterest -🌺🍋

what will happen when two personalities will collide him who doesnt belives In love her who is hopelessly romantic ,pure RUHAAN OBEROI :- CEO of oberio industries he is the head of jwelery designing sector.....he is not a sunshine boy but a grumpy and cold man but never mistreated his employees.... he is a youth inspiration of them who has achieved many thing in just. few years and his designs are the most famous aside of his Business skills....his brother and father are proud of him but there is a part where he is no more like before the notorious ,jolly , happy who has turned into cold ,emotionless man he had a past a heartbreaking past ....and now for him love is nothing but a complete shitt.... REET MEHRA :- Graduated this year in designing she is sister of ruhaan's bhabhi .....she is pure , beautiful happy soul which has gone through many difficult things ... to achieve her achievements she went against her family and her 1st supporter was her jiju.. yes she is the favorite child of her jiju ....she was the one who helped him to propose her sister she want to earn as she has got limitations for working what will happen when ruhaan and reet will be together in roller coaster of emotions hate , fights , consoling, emotional , love will Ruhaan will able to love reet or his past will overpower himm to know join the journey of reet and ruhaaan follow the book thank you loved from me @annu_writess❤️

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

ONLY for 18+ audience. Keerthi felt a hand under her chin,coaxing her to look up ,as she met with warm brown eyes,in their darkest shade. Her eyes went to her husband's lips,wetting her own involuntarily,when she felt Vikram's hold tighten. She blushed,looking down,her face felt on fire. Vikram pulled her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "Keerthi", Vikram started gruffly,his voice laced with desire, their lips merely brushing, teasing one another,"We should go to sleep now if you don't want it to continue any further." Keerthi's face flamed at her husband's insinuation. But dammit,she wanted to be kissed. For the first time ever.

A small Rajasthani arranged marriage story, revolving around the two strangers and their families.....

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

Jo Mera hai uspar kisi ka haq toh kya... Nazar bhi bardaasht nahi h mujhe... She is the only peace he craves in this chaotic world... It was love at first sight for him, he didn't saw her but knew that she was the peace he was craving in his life... For him she was ready to change her life plans and become his forever without any second thought... ___________________________________________ Abhimaan Singh Rajvansh The King of Rajasthan and the CEO of "Rajvansh empire". The devil in the underworld and most ruthless and cold person you've ever seen. The man with power and money. Everyone respects him as much as they fear him. Naira Singhania The most kind hearted person you've ever met. only girl born in singhania family after 7 generation she is the princess of her family. And an famous and excellent cardiologist by occupation. Join the journey of love from here to eternity...

ABHYANSH SINGH RANAWAT, the most feared man in the country, was crowned at the tender age of 14, exposed to all the cruelty power-hungry people threw at him to obtain the throne and he reciprocated all the cruelty with triple force to keep the power and protect his people. Kindness, compassion, sympathy, and forgiveness have no place in his reign. He not only is a king by birth but by profession, runs multi-billion dollar companies, across the world which operate Ajmer as the base as he wants to stay in his palace close to his kingdom and people. Despite the country's independence 75 years ago, the place still follows monarchy and for the people, he is the king. No one ever saw him displaying any emotion, some call him a cold monster, some call him a living form of destruction, and many other names but the most prominent one among them is THE ROYAL BEAST. The one name that could send shivers to any human taking breath on earth. ISHA RAJPUT, the kind princess of Mewar, home-schooled since childhood, has always dreamed of having friends, spending time with them, sharing problems, and having someone to stand up for her. She is hated and detested at every moment of her life but still has a hope-filled in her life. An optimistic soul trying to keep up the smile on everyone's face around her. The day she hoped she would finally get freedom from her palace where she is caged for over 15 years, she is thrown into another cage, this time forever. Will she ever be able to live the normal, love-filled life that she has been dreaming of since she was a child or her life will be destroyed by none other than The Royal BEAST, the synonym of destruction ?? Note - This story might be offensive for some people, there is abuse in the starting few chapters, And it has male dominant character, kindly do not read the book if you are not comfortable, constructive criticism is appreciated, no derogatory comments are acceptable, kindly maintain the decency while commenting. Thank you.

"I am your wife." "This marriage is a mistake. A huge mistake." He stated, making her eyes go wide open in shock. "I am trapped in it against my will." he finished and she just watched him in silence. As their marriage bond began as a compromise, it took an unexpected turn. "You can't divorce me," he stated firmly. "I am not asking for permission, Mr. Jeon," she replied, meeting his gaze. His eyes, which once despised her, now sought her out everywhere. "Let me take care of you," he said, holding her hand. The journey of Jungkook and Y/n's intertwined lives was about to unfold.

••|3rd in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone I always find myself getting mesmerized by him. And today is no different. As I come into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I am stunned by the sight in front of me. Stun is perhaps a small word. I am shocked, surprised, dazed, hypnotized, and bewitched by it. Do I do something really good in a while? Maybe Allah sometimes gives you a ton even without that. My prayers, my fascination, and my mind has always been filled with him. No doubt, I was lucky enough to behold this scene. My blood gets frozen in my veins as it can't even bring a blush to my cheeks. I am in an enchantment. He just performs a butterfly stroke and the way his beautiful and muscular back contrasts with the blue water, makes my jaw drop. He finally gets done with his daily swimming time and comes out of the water. His wet hair is stuck to his scalp and forehead. The water is dribbling through his hair, eyelids, and attractive beard. My breath gets stuck in my throat when he sweeps his hair away by his veiny hands. Allah, this is too much. When he stands up, his bare, sturdy, and muscular chest was all I can see. He grabs the towel and dries his body with it. When he reaches near me, I mum. He is just in his swimming shorts, looking so handsome. He is in his full glory and that is my weak point. "Earth to, Glasses." He snaps his fingers in front of her face. "I know I am a sight to behold but your eyes might get tired like this." The blood finally starts moving again. A flush soon creeps on my cheeks as he takes the glass of juice from me which causes his fingers to brush against my hand. I am doomed. That is for sure. Start Date: 04.03.2024 End Date: 31.05.2024