In which a girl learns how to fight against her demons and the boy who fails to understand her

"Ye gila hai aapki nigahon se Phool bhi hon darmiyan to fasle hue"~ ♡♡♡ India was independent, so were it's people, but not it's women, never its women. She was married off at a tender age of 18, she did it without a word, she was treated like a maid, she expected everything that was thrown her way. A girl, at the time when their opinions didn't matter, when what the men said was a line made up of fire, she decided to rise. Rise from the failed marriage, rise from the husband she thought was a human, rise from the accusations, rise from the abusive marriage. She rose and rose stronger than ever. But when give life gave her a second chance to love, to grow, she hesitated but he stood like a rock showed her what love looked like, put forward his palm when the world turned it's back. This is her story, Madhu and how she comes out of a abusive marriage to find independence and love again. Read to find out~ #1 village out of 6.58K stories (28/02/25) #1 oldtimes out of 3.23K stories (27/02/25) #1 controlling out of 1.96K stories (28/02/25) #1 orthodox out of 319 stories (28/02/25) #1 barren out of 135 stories (28/02/25) #1 hindi out of 6.62k stories (5/03/25) #1 rural out of 1.06k stories (5/03/25) (NOTE: This story is only written on Wattpad only in this account, @limebebe, If you ever see it in any other app or account, please inform me ASAP!) ENGLISH translation is till 6th chapter only! Picture credits: Pinterest -🌺🍋

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❝𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟. 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲?❞ 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐕𝐈 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫? ────── 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧!!! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᴛʀɪsʜɴᴀ x ᴅᴇᴠᴀɴsʜ ━━━𓆩♡𓆪━━━━━━━━ "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠." My husband forgot me. And I shattered. He looked into my eyes as if I was a stranger. It said he didn't remember me. Didn't remember what we shared. But the moment we lost our daughter, He came back. Not like a husband. But like something reborn through fire and blood. I asked him for revenge. He painted justice in red. Now he watches me sleep like I'm the last fragile thing he hasn't shattered. He doesn't touch me out of desire-he worships me out of obsession. Every kiss is an apology. Every breath, a quiet war. And I think somewhere in all this, I stopped being his wife... and became his reason to destroy everything else. He never raised his voice. He never begged. He just stayed. Close. Still. Dangerous with his charming smiles. Some cages didn't need locks. Just love twisted wrong. And some monsters didn't chase their prey. They wrapped themselves in tenderness to make sure the outside world felt too scary to run-My husband was one of them. || 𝐀 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ||

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♬♩♪♩ [ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ] 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 : A 30-year-old, 6'1", devilishly handsome man with a sharp jawline, broad shoulders, tan skin, brown eyes, and a chiseled six-pack physique that leaves women swooning. President of RK Groups, where work and friends mean everything to him. Once passionate about photography, he gave up his dreams to manage the family business after his younger brother became a lawyer. Rivaan is serious, responsible, and pragmatic but carries a deep resentment toward his circumstances. He was forced into marriage with a simple village girl, Preeti, due to his grandmother's insistence. Though he respects his grandmother, this marriage was never part of his plans, and adjusting to it will test his patience and resolve. ____________________________________ 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 : A 22-year-old village girl, standing 5'3", with an innocent, small, and cute face, a button nose, large brown eyes, and waist-length hair. Preeti is gentle, soft-spoken, and respectful of her elders. She has never ventured out of her village, where life was simple and her dreams modest. She accepted her arranged marriage without complaint, believing it to be her duty as a daughter, but she is unprepared for the challenges of life in a big city or the cold indifference of her husband. Despite her struggles, Preeti is determined to win over her new family and adapt to her unfamiliar world, but her journey will be anything but easy. ◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦ ______________________________________ Don't forget to vote and comment 😁 Happy reading ❤️

When Isadora, a personal trainer from a wealthy family, falls for Roman, the heir to a deadly cartel, their intense connection is shattered by secrets and betrayal. As danger closes in, they must confront their pasts, fight for survival, and decide if love can exist in a world built on lies and violence. *** Los Angeles, also known as The City of the Angels. It's a fitting name for Los Ángeles del Armagedón, a cartel based in LA that runs the entire continent of South America. They're notorious, ruthless, and absolutely elusive. Well, apart from 26 year old Roman Ernesto Alvarez. Recently released from a two year stint in prison, he returns to the free world as the adopted heir to the most powerful cartel in South America. He's struggling to be back on the outside... until he meets her. Isadora Visente. She's a 23 year old personal trainer struggling with her parents' pressure to settle down and marry. Unknowingly, their slow-building but intensifying connection becomes Roman's unexpected anchor after his release. Her life working as a trainer in her gym is pretty mundane and repetitive, until she meets Roman, of course. Then it all gets a lot more interesting. *** "You sneaky little shit." Roman's eyes snapped over to me, or more accurately, towards my legs. There I stood in the middle of his room glaring at him, and he sat there with his beautiful eyes roaming over my exposed legs. He eventually dragged his gaze towards my upper half, but only for a second before it was back on my legs. "Damn." His voice was low and husky and just...perfect. Even if I was mad at him I couldn't deny that fact. "My eyes are up here, Roman." "Yeah, but your legs are down there." *** Part of the Costantino Universe

This story can be read standalone. Anamika, the first wife of yuvraj(Crown Prince) Pratap Singh Rathod saw in her dream that all her maids are in a hurry to complete her dressing so that she could attend the puja(Prayer) with her husband. The puja meant for her to get pregnant or shall I say the puja meant for the heir of the kingdom. She was sure that it was a dream because she could see the younger version of herself in the mirror rather than the grandmother of three children. Only to realize that it is not a dream but a reality when she gets pain and saw blood due to the hairpin that the maids were putting in her head. Join Anamika in her journey of Rebirth. Read the full prologue inside the book.

Love is Sacrifice. ❝ I don't love you and I never will, because I love someone else ❞ Ian said to Alison, his brows touched together as he looked at his wife. ❝ Who is she?❞ Alison asked as calmly as she could trying her best to keep her demeanor straight, trying very hard not to break down in front the man she has loved her entire life. ❝ Ashley, your sister❞ Ian said, almost inaudibly. His heart racing, eyes swimming with guilt. He looked at the woman he married again when she didn't reply for a long while only to find her staring at him with a blank expression. Her eyes so hollow that it made a pang of ache go through his heart. ❝ I'll help you win her over ❞Alison replied after a long while of silence, her complete life was turned upside down in a matter of second. Who would've thought that she would be having this conversation with the man she love, the man she was married to. 'I'll help him do so till he have her in his arms. I will do it even if it means I have to sacrifice my love for him.' She thought to herself. *** Join the journey of Ian and Alison, filled with mystery and love. This is my first official book on wattpad so please excuse my typos. *** (1st Draft) Published: October 26th, 2016 Complete : December 31st, 2017 *** Copyright © Aastha Mishra 2016

Amara Volkov, the daughter of the Russian mafia leader, is one of their best assassins'. She has trained all her life in order to please her father and will do anything to make him happy. But things will change once a war breaks out, sending the Italian mafia and Russian mafia into war. The rivalry between the two families forbids each other from talking with the enemy. However, things change when a small war starts between Amara and Luca, the children of the enemies and it may lead to forbidden desires.

I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad