# Top1 in India ( 06/01/2026) # Top2 in India (05/01/2026 ) # Top7 in India (11,12/01/2026) # Top8 in India (11/01/2026) This is a short village story from 1980's era.. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) When twenty-year-old Gauri, a naive and soft-spoken village girl, suddenly found herself tied in marriage to Madhav, a twenty-five-year-old shy and gentle man who spent most his days from morning to evening working in the fields, neither of them knew where or how to begin. They were two inexperienced souls, bound by a relationship they didn't fully understand. Gauri had never imagined what kind of husband she wanted, nor had she ever dreamed of love the way stories described it. And Madhav? He was far too absorbed in his farm and his duty toward his widowed mother to think about marriage or women. His life began and ended with the soil beneath his feet and the responsibilities on his shoulders. Two strangers, unaware of love's language, now share the same roof. But destiny had other plans because somewhere in Madhav's past still lived a woman. The woman who once dreamed of a future with him. And when fate decides to bring that past back into his present,will time heal what love could not or will the past come knocking on the door of their fragile new beginning?

It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.

In 1800s Awadh, marriages were for honor - not love. Avantika became the wife of Virendra Thakur, a powerful zamindar, widower, and father of two, knowing her place was bound by duty. On their wedding night, he told her she would have the respect of his household... but nothing of his heart. Yet respect cannot quiet longing. In the candlelit halls of the haveli, every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, and every night spent under the same roof only deepened the ache between them. And in the stillness of those nights, where power and pride ruled the day, they fought a private war - of desire, restraint, and unspoken truths. **** Will Avantika melt the walls around his heart... or will she be consumed by her own yearning? When respect, pride, and forbidden passion collide - what will win? Most important... will she survive being The Thakurain?

"I hate you," he spat, eyes blazing. "Good," she smirked, stepping closer. "Hate me harder... at least it means I still own a place in your heart." Love was undeniable - they both believed that. Yet, they got separated. They never named what they had, but their world knew who they belonged to. He loved her even before he knew what love was, while she had loved him from the moment she saw him. Call it attraction, call it a crush - whatever it was, it turned into love. YET she left him... leaving only memories behind for him to survive with. Moving on was never an option, but neither was holding on. He didn't have the strength to keep loving someone who walked away - even after knowing everything. Even after knowing he was about to propose. Even after knowing he was coming for her. She disappeared. BUT now... she's back. Back to undo her mistakes. Back to claim him as hers. Back to get what she always deserved - his love, his attention, his everything. But will it be possible when... ✨ His love has now turned into hatred? ✨ She is still hiding secrets from him? ✨ Their story ended before it could even begin? Will her love be strong enough to overcome his hatred? Find out in Undeniable Love - Final Spark. ⚠️ Not a standalone. This is Part 2 of the Undeniable Love duolog. Make sure you've read Book 1 first to understand everything. © All rights reserved.

"Kill me or marry me." I said, lifting my chin, trying not to show any kind of fear in my tone. "You know that I can't kill you." He spoke after a good moment of silence. "Then marry me." I again said. I can't believe that I am doing this. I was literally convincing my biggest enemy to marry me at any cost. "And why would I marry you?" He asked in a sarcastic way. "Because you are responsible for my miserable state." I said. "So you want me to marry you out of compensation?" He asked. "Yes," I said, because I have to marry him. "You will regret it." He said it in a dangerous tone, and I gulped. "We will see." I challenged, and I felt him scoffing. "You will receive the invitation and the date of the wedding soon. Be ready for me to ruin the rest of your life." He said and walked out of the room. I kept standing there, gathering all the courage I have. ********* Maitreyi Kanwar, the forbidden princess of Rajgarh, seeking to take revenge for her family's death. She was a weak soul from her childhood, being a neglected daughter. But after losing everything in the war against Udaipur, she decides to be brave and take revenge on the prince of Udaipur. "I will show him what it feels like to lose one's whole family." ******** Pradhuman Singh Shekhawat, the prince of Udaipur, a dangerous soul in the mask of an innocent man. He hated one thing in his whole life, Rajgarh. Now that he killed both the princes of Rajgarh, he felt relieved. But suddenly the princess, who was hidden from the whole world, called him and asked him to marry her. "She herself asked for her life to be messed up, and I will surely fulfil her wish." The biggest irony? Her name is Maitreyi, which means friendship, and her intentions are completely opposite. But it wasn't like that from the beginning. BOOK #2 IN THE HISTORICAL SERIES, CAN BE READ SEPARATELY.

The year is 1980. Sudha Gupta - a simple village girl with hundreds of dreams in her eyes - imagines a future full of hope, freedom, and happiness. But destiny... had already written something very different for her. She is married to Dhruv Pratap Singh, a man she barely knows. An arranged marriage that suddenly changes the course of her life forever. Two strangers... Two different worlds... Bound together by tradition. Their journey is a rollercoaster of emotions - fear, silence, understanding, trust, and maybe... love? Will they learn to accept each other? Will Sudha find the life she dreams of? Or will fate test them in ways they never expected? ✨ Let's step into their world and witness the beginning of Sudha and Dhruv's unforgettable journey... ✨

Beneath the ancient banyan's silent watch, Yuvraj stands-a shadowed flame, fierce and alone. Chandani arrives, moonlight on her skin, A forbidden sweetness blooming in his stone heart. From innocent suckle to consuming love... their sin begins. ❤️. Forbidden Age-Gap Desire Mature readers only - 18+

This story is set in late 1980s- early 1990s in rural area. The marriage is formed due to unseen circumstances when the bride's groom didn't arrive and for justice, a man was commanded to marry her. The woman has heard the truth of other marriages but still dreams of a good husband and the man is calm person who is obedient son but nothing really mattered to him. How will their marriage go? This is a prequel to Mera Rangsaaz (Veer's story) and can be read as standalone. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. I do not promote anything written inside it, it's just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

The story revolves around the year 1990. Madhu Gupta, 20 years old girl married to a simple man from a village. Ravi Aggarwal 27, isn't rich. He doesn't have a flashy car or a luxurious house. But he has something money can't buy -- honesty, warmth, and a heart that's all his own. Madhu comes from a world of comfort, expectations, and rules. But life has a way of turning the page when you least expect it. Can a girl from a good family survive, adapt, and maybe even love the simplicity she never imagined? A story of love, courage, and the twists life throws when you least expect 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!!