"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior." Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again." He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. -and he shoved her against the wall. "You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now." "I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself." Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness. He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey. His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving. "Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

He's 44. She's 25. They say age is just a number. Is it really? ••••• They were never supposed to fall in love, but they did. As their hearts converged, against their will. He was a man defined by his rigid persona, an entity wronged by the past. His sole purpose was to survive in the world where everyone's existence is nothing less than detrimental to your own. Except when it comes to his son, a flicker of hope in his diminished life. The only one whom he loved and lived for. Until it changed when he crosses path with a woman, carrying calmness in her eyes and promises in her words. He wanted to keep her to himself, desired the love which she had immense. The only problem? She was young, way too young.

I should've seen it coming in my parents' silence. when they have let me face it alone. Now i see it in my bruises and my body. how delusional was i to think just because he was known to be cruel to other doesn't mean he would do that to me. His wife. political career demands such toughness. i convinced myself. But it went far worse. Worse than he had done with any other person who came across his way. I drifted away by the time he realized. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Abhay Thakur: Chief minister of Rajasthan . His ruthless nature was well known not in public but discussions beyond closed doors whisper his name. There were no remarks of atrocities he had done so far. He dominated every room he entered. Not just what his history hold but what his presence demands . His eyes give away nothing. Sanjana Srivastav: Her passion for arts is her comfort in a world of chaos her father is into. Which unknowingly dragged her along. Hidden in the shadows , still caught the eye of the predator. Her gentleness soothed him when he wasn't ready for the change. Consequences knocked on her life when she is married to a man decade older to her.

[COMPLETED ✔] Amelia was all alone on earth. Suffering from hunger, thirst, and pain. She waits for her to die. The most she had been regret in her life is not having a family. Being abandoned by her parents since she was a baby, and no one wants to take her in. Sigh... Dying without no one for you to think is sucks! Soon, she died. However she awake with human voice. Her body is too weak to move even her eyes can't open but she can hear clearly. Eh? What? I'm pregnant!!!??? Amelia is very happy finally she has her own family! With her own blood! But wait? What??? My child's father is a monster? What? An alien? No! No! No! It can't be worse!!! He is a fu**ing ZERG??? ... "Congratulation! You have triplets!" Amelia is crying with happiness. Soon she will have a big family! However her cry became heavy, she doubt that she can handle this pregnancy! She look at the baby's father, such a handsome face, my baby will be very handsome and beautiful! But!!! She looks at his tail. Its long and big! She look at others zerg who have wings, sharp teeth and a big body. Oh noooooo! Can she survive!? ------------------------------------

"I DON'T WANT ANY SELFISH WOMAN AROUND MY CHILD!" Rudra roared, the glass shattering in his fist. "STOP IT, RUDRA," Siya said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I LOVE HIM... I WOULD NEVER HURT YOUR REYANSH." "DON'T SHOW ME THOSE FAKE TEARS OF YOURS!" he snapped, voice sharp like a blade, slamming his fist into the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. "YOU THINK I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THAT INNOCENT ACT? THAT SOFTNESS? IT'S ALL A LIE, ISN'T IT?" Siya dropped to her knees, heart breaking. "IT'S NOT ABOUT REYANSH, RUDRA... IT'S ABOUT YOU... YOU NEEDED LOVE, RUDRA." . . . ╰┈➤Rudra Singhania - a six-foot-tall man, breathtakingly handsome and steamingly hot, with a presence that commands attention. Grumpy as hell, CEO of Singhania Group of Industries Pvt. Ltd., recently returned from London. A man carved from ice and fire, he's a single parent to little Reyansh - just a few months old - trying to balance towering empires with tiny cries. He hates women, hates emotions, and despises the very idea of letting a nanny or any woman near his baby. ╰┈➤Siya Sharma - a beautiful, cheerful girl with a heart full of dreams and the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. Daughter to a single mother and a protective elder sister, she balances her 4th year of architecture with the chaos of life. What she never saw coming was becoming the unexpected nanny to Rudra Singhania's baby - a twist of fate that would change everything. Two opposites. One roof. A child in between. Will Siya ever be more than just a nanny in Rudra's eyes? Will Reyansh open his heart to her? And will Rudra finally let love touch the parts of him he's buried deep?

An arrenge marriage tale dating back to 1970s.... A business man and a middle class girl are tied in a bond of marriage, where they accept each other whole heartedly.... One has high temper while the other is soft hearted. Many unexpected things they have to tackle in their journey. Sometime they may face it together , in somecase they may distance themselves. How will they begin their story with eachother? Facing all ups and downs together how will they stand beside eachother ?.... Let's dive in their story....!!! Another reminder Not every 70s story has the daughter-in-law work like a maid or listen to taunt. | I don't own any of the picture I have used in this story, the credits goes to the original owner |

The late-night cries of a six-month-old baby echoed softly through the dimly lit apartment. Amid the stillness, Meera sat on the edge of the bed, gently rocking her daughter in her arms. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, held a kind of love only a mother could understand-selfless, patient, unwavering. The world outside moved on-cars honked, alarms rang, people rushed-but for Meera, time stood still in that tiny nursery. Her husband, Rohit, hadn't come home yet. Again. She glanced at the clock. 12:47 a.m. Another "late-night meeting," he had said. Another night she whispered lullabies alone. She pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead and tried not to let her heart feel the cold emptiness beside her. "This is just a phase," she told herself. "He's just stressed. Things will be better soon." But deep down, beneath layers of denial and devotion, a part of her already knew-something had changed. And soon, her world would never be the same again.

Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.