7 Tales Of names that were mentioned but stories that were never told. The 7 prostitute women from Chandravani Haveli and their journey to how fate played against them in their favour. The women who suffered through darkness, of maybe carved their path from happiness to today. And what led them on, what created their tomorrow. Stories there were dug in the casket because of its entitlement was clarification that their story doesn't need to be told. We forgot they were just humans. Maybe they died as a person. But their voice would always ring. Either the screams or now...to tell their story.

"What are you doing here? Today is my wedding, so please go from here as we have already broken up." Y/N asked in stuttering after seeing her ex-love in front of her on the day of her wedding. "I'm here to take my thing, which is exclusively mine and is only mine." She shivered in response as he answered, staring at her with his piercing, dark orbs. "W-what? I don't have anything your!" She confusedly queried and waited for him to respond, but all he did was chuckle manically and decreased the distance between them. "YOU!" Her eyes widened as he talked dangerously close to her ear, but before she could respond, he shut her mouth and made her smell chemical through his handkerchief. She struggled in his firm hold for a while before giving up as everything in front of her eyes went black. He grins while gazing at her unconscious form and murmurs while petting your cheeks. "I told you that you are mine and only belong to me." "YOU ONLY BELONG TO KIM TAEHYUNG." *** Give a try to story, I'm sure you will not regret reading my book. There is no cliche plots or scenes but different one to make this story unique. Watching⚠: This story will also contain mature scripts in some chapters, so if you are uncomfortable reading that stuff, then please click off. All rights reserved to me, @Taeberryfiction, so please don't copy or re-post my story on any platforms, as it will not be tolerated. So be yourself.🙂

I was only nine when my life changed forever. I was sold like an object; all of my cries were ignored as if they meant nothing. I meant nothing. That night, I learned that in this world, I had no value -- not as a child and not as human as well. So, I learned to survive on my own. Later years were even cruel. I was sold and tossed from one hand to another. I was taught to obey, to smile when I wanted to cry, to bury my pain deep inside. Love? Happiness? Those were words that didn't exist in my world. All I knew was how to survive. And when I lost all of my hopes of survival as well, he came. He didn't just look at me, he saw me. He made me feel something I never felt before. I saw a spark of hope in him, but hope is dangerous. I am dangerous and not something meant for love. I want him to stay away from me because I don't want him to burn with me in the same fire. I need him to stop and save himself from this forbidden love. I can never be his and person like him are not meant to be mine. I am Sandhya and this is my story of Love and Freedom from those who call themselves my master.

What are the odds of a love happening between a man with failed parents and a woman who is a failed parent? In a normal setting, none. However, there's was no normal setting. When the second-in-line Prince of Jaigarh starts receiving death threats from a patient's husband he recently operated on, the royal palace goes into chaos. He's immediately appointed a bodyguard, who much to his chagrin, happens to be his brother's closest loyal. They don't see eye to eye. And they cannot stand each other. But bound to his brother's words, he accepts the woman, on a condition that she stays at least five feet behind him. And it was supposed to stay that way. Before he comes face to face with someone from the past, someone who had told him he'd die single. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is how he ends up introducing his bodyguard as his new girlfriend who he's so besotted by. In a nutshell, it's a set-up. So what could go wrong? Turns out, when feelings get involved, everything. cover credit: @mystwhizzpuzz on IG

"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love. "Just because you are my wife and we share a bed doesn't mean I'll be telling you every small detail of my day or life with you. Don't try to put your nose in my business I hate it. " -𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 "Next time you dare to threaten or scream at me, remember that I can give you plenty of reasons to scream my name, sweetheart," - 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 "I don't care brother or not ;if anyone dares to harm my wife shall face the strength of the Raghuvanshi name.As your husband be damned if I stand idly by when someone inflicts pain upon you" -𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 No matter how hard you try to shut love out, it always finds a way back in. Will the Raghuvanshi brothers open their hearts or keep running from it? ❝ Tangled threads ❞ is saga of love, loyalty, Revenge and the consequences.

Arjun Srivastava x Preeti Aggarwal "I cannot be yours now. My marriage is fixed. Leave me Arjun." I implored under his cage. "You were, are and will always be mine, my chipmunk." He teased me with the name that he had given me during our school time. "I ain't your chipmunk!" I grumbled, scuffling under his hold. His warm breath was fanning my face, neck and cleavage. "Say that you don't love and I swear I won't show my face to you again." He sounded hurt and broken. I love you! I love you to the moon and back, my Arjun, but I can't marry you now. "I don't love you anymore!" I exclaimed, closing my eyes and hiding my tears. He left my wrists immediately and walked away. "ARJUN!" I called him out, but he didn't turn back. My heart cried for him, but my parents had already paid enough dowry to my in-laws, so I couldn't break this alliance. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Preeti Aggarwal was a young chubby college student, who was in love with Arjun Srivastava - the chief inspector of Prayagraj, but they weren't together anymore. Circumstances turned upside down and her marriage was fixed with a stranger. How will they unite again? How will they convince their families? How will they fall in love for the second time?