A story where revenge turns into a sinister obsession. Burhan kidnapped Alizeh to take her life to avenge on his dead father. But he couldn't succeed. Every time he attempted to kill her, her scarred breaths and whimpers drew him towards her only for him to end up marrying her but with just one purpose- ruining her completely. *** "For me, for you and for our love," He whispered, giving life to the match stick. The dim glow slightly illuminated the darkened room. The reflection of the fire visible in his green eyes. The smell of alcohol and acid was flooded in the room. She was on the floor, trying to crawl away from him. Her fearful doe eyes flickering between the match stick and his devilish eyes. "Please, no." She uttered in a barely audible voice, shaking her head in negative. She knew he was going to fire up the room. The next second, the burning match was thrown on the floor. The acid quickly picked up the fire as the rise of an inferno began. His tall entourage now completely visible as the fire continued to create light in the darkness. He took small, calculated step towards her only for her to crawl away from him in an utterly panicked state. But before she could go behind further, he reached her, squatted down to her level and threaded his finger in her locks. Jolting her head forward, he stared directly in her eyes. "Alizeh." he pushed aside a strand of hair away from her face, "I want to make love to you," He whispered with a note of finality, and placed his lips on hers as the fire continued to light up the room around them.

# 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?

She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

"Biryani.", Navya answered. "And Yash wants to talk to you.", Navya said to Vivaan, gesturing for Yash to start speaking. He sighed before turning to his older brother. "Look, bhai, I need you to talk to ma. I cannot get married. I just cannot.", Yash said firmly. "Why? You gay?", Vivaan asked taking a bite of biryani straight from the cooking pot. Navya gave him a look and snatched the spoon from him, but he ignored her, turning back to his brother who was glaring at him. "Just talk to ma, Vivaan", Yash rolls his eyes. "You think I can change her mind? Trust me, if i could, I wouldn't have married Navya.", Vivaan says bluntly, and Navya's jaw practically drops at her husband's brutal comment. Yash raised an eyebrow. It was true. Vivaan was the most stubborn of all three brothers and if even he had given in to their mother, it meant, she was invincible, and Yash was fucked. That is the moment Yash realized that he wasn't getting out of this one. Read fast to dive deep into this family of assholes😘

He came from the city. A border patrol captain turned palace guard, hand-picked for his skill and precision. He didn't come looking for trouble, but the moment Maelrik saw Sharhira, the sister of the most feared male on the planet, he knew he would have her. Wanting her was one thing. Claiming her was another. Thraxos would destroy any male who touched her without earning the right. So Maelrik waited. Watched. Worked. Every promotion, every fight won, every hour spent under the sun training , all to prove he was worthy. When he finally earned Thraxos's respect, Maelrik wasted no time spilling his blood in the temple, declaring Sharhira his life partner before the gods. Once she belongs to him, there's no going back. Life partners are forever, and because no one can undo that bond, she is his. To rule, to control, and to keep.

People says you are rich when your parents are with you, you are wealthy when your parents support you in life but what happened to those who are abandoned by their parents? Durga was only a day old when her grandmother denied to accept her because she was a girl, only a week old when she was abandoned by her father because she was born with dark skin, a month old when her mother left her with her nani (maternal grandmother) with a promise she will come every month to visit her. But after a year when her brother was born her mother forgot she ever had a daughter. 16 years passed with sorrow and desire to buy a new dress like any other normal girl, but she knew with the condition of her grandparents it was even hard to arrange two time's meal... Fortunately she used to get free meals at school. It was another reason for her to attend school nor with book or any other necessary items for class she usually used to stand outside of the classroom as punishment for not taking books with her. but it was not her fault. AMIT SHEKHAR CHOWDHRY : People says what else do you need when you are born in Thakur's family, you are already born with golden spoon. Well, it's not a lie, Thakur do have everything people dream about but is that true? AMIT SHEKHAR CHOWDHRY, sarpanch of 10 villages, powerful, and respected among the villagers. He is tall, board, not breathtaking handsome as heros described in novels but he is very imtidating. He has pursued law from a very prestigious university of that time. He is legally a lawyer but doesn't practice in court, he prefers to focus on his responsibilities more, towards the villagers. He is currently 27 years old and still unmarried. Everyone in the village want to marry off their daughter with him but for him only a girl who is equally educated and mature as him can be his life partner, can take care of his mother's legacy. What will happen when this two completely different person's world will collide together? ____

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

Arjun, a successful 30-year-old businessman, and Meera, his 27-year-old wife, have built a life together over five years, raising their lively three-year-old son. Yet beneath the surface of their carefully balanced routine, something unspoken lingers-an invisible thread waiting to be discovered. Their marriage feels more like a duty than a dream, with warmth replaced by distance and passion by polite silence. But life has a way of stirring even the quietest hearts. As Arjun and Meera navigate the complexities of love, family, and unspoken truths, they're about to find that sometimes, the strongest bonds grow from the smallest, unexpected sparks.

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.