Title: I Transmigrated as the Villainous Mother-in-Law and Slapped My Sons Awake Synopsis: Jiang Wanning transmigrated into a novel, straight into the role of the infamous villainous mother-in-law. In the book, she was the scumbag male lead's mother, the wicked mother-in-law of a noble family who helps a so-called 'white lotus' concubine torment the true heroine and ruined her own family's reputation. ...Not on her watch. Rolling up her sleeves, Jiang Wanning decided to do what readers could only dream of... slap sense into her sons. When her eldest wanted to marry that white-lotus concubine -Slap! The eldest son froze. "Mother... you hit me?!" Jiang Wanning: "You favor your concubine and destroy your wife? I'll slap you awake!" When her second left his pregnant wife to save a junior sister-Slap! The second son gaped. "Mother?!" Jiang Wanning: "Who told you to play hero when your wife is at home? I'll slap you awake!" When her youngest proudly introduced his battlefield savior-Slap! The youngest son was dumbfounded. "Mother?!" Jiang Wanning: "Even a savior can be mistaken. You're blind! I'll slap you awake!" ----- By the time the Marquis found himself holding a divorce letter in the dead of night, he was completely baffled. "I have no concubines, no junior sisters, and no saviors... Then why is Madam still divorcing me?!"

When bubbly, dramatic Nidhi Aggarwal finds herself in a secret marriage with her strict assistant professor, Arnav Nanda, chaos and comedy unfold. With their families determined to unite their elder siblings, Nidhi and Arnav must pretend to be strangers on campus while navigating their growing feelings and hilarious mishaps.

Their love story was never appreciated by her parents. With no doubt, when she was almost forced into a marriage with someone 20 years elder, he knew he had to step in. He was left alone to face this cruel world, at the age of 8. And she stepped in to provide all the love and solace. Read the journey of 22 year old Sivaanya and 27 year old Aravind as they step into a new journey away from their fundamental supports.

Ilamathi × Ilamaaran For four years, Ilamathi - a 25 year old aspirant lived in silence. Four years of endless UPSC and TNPSC preparation. Four years of hope, failure, and disappointment. Every attempt chipped away a piece of her confidence, until she stopped speaking to the world. To her parents, she was no longer their ambitious daughter; she was a burden. But deep down, Ilamathi knew the truth: she was not a burden. She was a girl who had lost her faith in herself. When her family arranges her marriage, she accepts quietly, without hope. But she does not expect her groom, Ilamaaran, a 28-year-old cybersecurity specialist, to be so different. Warm, charming, and full of life, he does not just step into her world, he quietly works to change it. Ilamaaran does not rush her. He does not demand her love. Instead, he gives her patience, respect, and encouragement. Through small acts such as a smile, a kind word, and a gentle nudge, he slowly pulls her out of her silence. Marriage for them is not about passion at first. It is about rebuilding trust, finding peace, and rediscovering dreams. And somewhere between quiet evenings and heartfelt conversations, Ilamathi starts to believe again, that maybe she can get what she truly desires and find hope for the future.

Seethalakskshmi, a happy go lucky girl, was the third daughter of Ramani and Rajeswari. Growing up in a small town in southern India, Seetha's world revolved around her family, her friend Jayanthi and her favourite pillaiyar. She grew up at an age when the World Wide Web was non existent. When Seetha's life was sailing smoothly and happily, there came a bombshell called marriage and the arrival of Arunkrishnan, into her life through an arranged marriage. This story is about their journey.

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?

Everything is set. Bride is ready and also Groom for a perfect Indian wedding. Parents of both Bride and Groom are happy as they have good name in society and going to be a great occasion for both families. But due to the unnecessary concern of Groom's Brother, Tragic happens. Let's see what happens if we believe only what we see through eyes and believe anybody's words and what can we do to rise again even we were caused to fall. Someone will learn their mistakes; someone may find unexpected happiness from all this chaos. All we can do is wait and watch..... *NOTE* There will be few things which i read somewhere in some story. Please don't mind. First story and plz give your comments to improve the story. Thanks. *Note* This story is in contract with digitalpaper and can be bought for 40/- from there

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

Who's she? She was Lakshmi, whose Narayan was no Purushottam-he ruled not with dharma, but with danger. They fell. But it was arranged. In fact, it was decided long ago... when she was just a child. A bond of child marriage that neither of them chose, yet both were bound to. To all those who think arranged marriages are terrifying- They're not. They're like stumbling upon a love story you never saw coming. But what happens when Lavanya , once tied as a bride in her childhood, grows up only to become the wife of Vihaan Rajvansh? C'mon, jump into the book, readers- and witness a love story born not in choice, but in destiny.

When girl meets the beast, their marriage breaks all the rules... (A Beauty and The Beast Retelling) Since his return from war, the Thakur of Shahpur's to-do list has been short and anything but sweet: brooding, glowering, menacing Shahpur's haunting streets by night. Now there's a new item on the list. He needs an heir-which means he needs a wife. When Aarti Chauhan, a sassy confident seamstress, appears in his library wearing a red wedding lehenga, he decides on the spot that she'll do. His terms are simple: - They will be husband and wife by night only. - No lights, no kissing. - No questions about his battle scars. - Last, and most importantly... Once she's pregnant with his heir, they need never share a bed again. But Aarti is no pushover. She has a few rules of her own: - They will have dinner together every evening. - With conversation. - And unlimited teasing. - Last, and most importantly... Once she's seen the man beneath the scars, he can't stop her from falling in love... The story is set at the 1950's just after the independence war.