"Zayan, you don't believe that is true, right? You know I am not that type of girl. That- It's not me in that video, Zayan, you believe me, right?" She asked, desperate as she held onto his warm hands, looking deep into his brown cold eyes. "How can I not, Maham? It's your face, your voice, you- your body" He spoke before closing his eyes painfully and saying quietly so only she heard Tears gathered in her eyes as she realized that the man she believed to be intelligent was fooled as well. He didn't believe her. Her husband, her companion, the father of her child didn't believe her. "Your time is over here. Get out." Shahnaz said, walking towards them and snatching Maham's hand away from Zayan's. ━━━━━━━ Peace. All Maham could ask for in her prayers was peace. 𝑆𝑢𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑛. She begged, prayed, and cried for peace in her eyes. She felt as if she would die if she suffered more of her relative's abuse. She finally got her well-deserved peace. But at what cost?

"The reason we can't let go of someone is because deep inside, we still have hope." Then, let go. That so-called hope, it's destroying you. "It was us against the world, what happened?" She didn't appreciate the world you were offering her. "We were once so damn happy." Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it. It was once there, but not anymore. - - - His heart belongs to someone else. Her heart belongs to him. She wants to be his moonlight in the dark. He... he wants her to be his mistake. **Full Summary Inside**

[ 1 Book of Bride's Series ] A young orphan girl who has grown up in an unforgiving orphanage, finds herself thrust into a forced marriage with a powerful mafia boss. Chosen as a replacement bride for a woman who mysteriously disappears, Lila becomes a pawn in a dangerous game of power and manipulation..... Let's start to read and enjoy... Author: Sawnazz ⚠️ Warning ⁉️ ○ Mature content >>>I want to write this story with Indian style but plz don't hate me I' not indian I write story based some my indian friends advise and google.....

He was 23, and she was 18. They stood together in the registry office, ready to sign the papers that would officially make them husband and wife. It was a secret marriage-only his friend and his girlfriend knew about it. He signed first, then handed her the pen with a smile, but her heart raced as doubt and insecurity clouded her thoughts. Was this the right decision? What if his father found out about the marriage? Would his family accept an orphan and a maid like her as a daughter-in-law? What if, after fulfilling his desires, he grew tired of her and abandoned her? She had no one to stand up for her, no one to turn to if things went wrong. Was it true love, or was he simply lusting after her? Why would a billionaire's son want her? He could have anyone-maybe even a movie star-but he chose her. Why? Despite her fears, her love for him was genuine. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her insecurities weighing heavy on her heart. He took her hand in his, offering a gentle squeeze, then motioned for her to sign the papers. With a quiet nod, she did. His friends clapped and congratulated the couple, each one signing as a witness on the papers. Now, legally, they were husband and wife. But to the outside world, she was nothing more than a maid in his house.

Ishika married Sahil out of love. However, their marriage lasted only 2 years and her life became struggling mess after the divorce. . . . I never cared much for money; all I ever wanted was a happy married life with the love of my life, Sahil Malhotra. When we agreed to marry, I was filled with joy, believing that we would build a beautiful future together. But what should have been a dream soon morphed into a nightmare. The love I once cherished vanished, replaced by a suffocating darkness. Each day felt heavier, with the hope of love and I never imagined that the man I adored could cause me so much pain. I fought for us, hoping that one day he would love me back, but the love I longed for never came. I have made my decision: I will divorce him and reclaim my life. I refuse to let this misery define me any longer. My only goal now is to protect my younger brother, my last tether to a happier time. Since the tragic accident that stole our parents, he has become my everything. I won't be dependent on anyone. I will build a career, forge my own path, and create a life where we can both find peace. With every step I take, I'll carry the weight of our past, but I'll also embrace the hope of a brighter future. I'm ready to fight for our happiness, no matter the cost. Sahil and Ishika's relationship is a turbulent saga of passion and conflict. The tension between them simmers, fueled by misunderstandings and unspoken desires. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^~~~~~~~~^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #1 in regret #1 in divorce #2 in lovestory #2 in ceo #2 in wife #2 in loveatfirstsight #3 in jealousy #4 in wattpadindia

This story is about Zoya and Aryaan. On the day of her wedding, Zoya finds out a disturbing truth about her parents' death. A series of events take place, misunderstanding after misunderstanding, which results in her losing her child and her husband getting remarried. What are the misunderstandings, though? And will she ever forgive her husband and return to him, or are the misunderstandings so grave that they can't be forgiven?

"Atharv come here to take the medicine baby, come on open your mouth" "No I'll not why don't you just die, I don't want you I want my Trisha mom" Atharv yelled. Each word piercing through her heart but Atharv is just a child he's just being foolish he'll come around. ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ "Mom can you do me a favour" Atharv asked her. "Yes baby anything for you" she kneeled down and cooed her baby boy. "Can you please divorce daddy" Atharv said with innocence but the hatred and disgust for his own mother was evident in his eyes. "Atharv, who told you all this nonsense" His mother asked him and held his shoulders but he pushed her hard enough that her head hit the dinning table. "Can you just get lost from our lives then at least daddy could live a happy life with mommy Trisha he loves her not you and I love her too she's not mean like you she let me do whatever I want just die" Atharv shouted on top of his lungs and left. Tears streaming from her eyes. ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ As she watched a the pictures lying on the hospital bed, they are actually happy without me. my own kid doesn't want his mother she clutched the tabled little hard. ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ "Do you want me gone" she asked him. "you will" Atharv's eyes shimmered. she nodded. "does your daddy love her" she asked. "yes he do but he said he don't want me to be a single child like you if you leave us he can live happily with Trisha mom" atharv said. "so I'll leave you and won't come back again" she said. "Goodbye my son" she said with a lone tear falling from her eyes.

Was it her fate? To marry someone 13 years older than her? Sarisha Rawal was the girl who stomped in her town of Vardhgarh on her bare feet, exploring the beauty of living with her open eyes. Until those feet were halted by a tragedy. When eternal sunshine is not so bright eternally and the darkness looms over her life in a form of a husband. There she stands, under a big question to find someone, who is responsible for her miserable state. And that someone she believes is none other than her life partner. Vidyut Daiwar was the right-hand man of the current ruler of Rajasthan's patriarchal modern world of politicians and unrecalled for rulers. When his fate is tied in the game of lands and politics only to conquer something trivial. He is condoned to take the fatal step of marriage. But his unnerving felicity had other plans for him. One he was not ready to accept, at least not in the form of a 19-year-old girl.

A Man ruling the political world with his evil presence. A man with a face to fool the ones with eyes. A man with an army of his own. A Women raised in mud. Destined to be the wasp. But she holds bigger dreams and bigger intentions. That can end all. They say don't scare the one who don't fears, something same was Muqda, never scared. Never going to give up; Aamira is not going to fight a war that she knows she will never win. She choses to live in now. And when these lives were collide with the Agnivanshi brothers, how is anything which has never been in place itself will turn worser? Unimaginably.