"𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢! 𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢..." ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Adalyn Rose Hernandez was never a first option. Her parents never wanted her and hardly gave her any attention besides her father from time to time. She could never enjoy a good moment because she was always stuck in her sister shadows, Maeve. It didn't help the fact that she was there youngest daughter. Being neglected and abused by her own mother and sister behind closed doors never was a substandard thing. What happens when she disappears and experiencing the cruelty in this world. They won't realize what they've forgotten until it is gone... - My work #5 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: APR. 23, 2022 𝗘𝗻𝗱: NOV. 30, 2022 𝗦𝗲𝘁: COMPLETE 300k views 01/20/23 400k views 04/23/23 2k votes 08/11/22 1MILLION VIEWS 04/20/25 - MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKS #1 in voicesinmyhead #10 in quiet #3 in broken

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"His Butterfly" Bound together as children by a secret marriage neither of them remembers, Aamna and Zayan grow up as cousins under one roof - she, the lighthearted butterfly everyone adores; he, the stormy soul who lets no one close but her. Aamna's laughter is the only thing that softens Zayan's arrogance, yet neither knows the truth that ties them. When old family secrets begin to resurface, their innocent bond teeters on the edge of destiny and discovery. Is she simply his cousin, his confidant - or the girl who was his all along? Ranking #2 -lovestory

Seventeen-year-old Nyshira Raghuvanshi was born into wealth, power, and a legacy that rules empires... yet she lives like a shadow in her own home. Mute since childhood, Nyshira speaks through her haunting dark eyes - eyes that hide behind delicate glasses and secrets no one cares to understand. Blamed for the mysterious accident that took her mother Devyani and two brothers away forever, she grows up surrounded not by love, but by silent hatred. In a mansion filled with luxury, she is the unwanted daughter. The reminder of a tragedy no one healed from. The silence no one wants to hear. But what if the girl they ignored holds the truth they fear? And what happens when silence finally finds its voice? A story of pain, hidden strength, family secrets, and a girl who was never weak - only unheard.

#1 in regret #1 in redemption #1 in siblings #1 in family secrets #1 in doctors #2 in family #2 in strong female character #2 in pregnancy # 9 in India #3 in betrayal #4 in second chance #9 in emotional #19 in romance "He didn't save her. He loved her while she healed." Abandoned by the people meant to protect her, MAITHILI BIRLA grew up carrying scars no child should ever bear. Blamed for mistakes she never made. Punished for crimes she never committed. Forgotten by her own family. But instead of breaking, she rebuilt herself. Alone. Through sleepless nights, silent tears, and endless struggles, she became Dr. Maithili - strong, independent, and determined to create a life of her own. Then came Dr.VIDYUT OBEROI What begins as love slowly becomes healing. Behind his perfect smile, Vidyut carries wounds of his own, and somewhere between stolen glances, unconditional support, and quiet understanding, two broken souls begin finding peace in each other. But the past refuses to stay buried. Old betrayals return. Hidden truths come out. Families shatter under guilt and regret. And Maithili is forced to confront the people who destroyed her childhood. In a story filled with love, redemption, family bonds, heartbreak, motherhood, and healing- two people learn that sometimes love is not about saving someone. Sometimes... it's about standing beside them while they save themselves.

Prologue She was unconscious for four days. No one from her family came to see her. Her heart broke. She was in the hospital, yet no one cared enough to visit. Even after everything that had happened to her, she remained alone. As she walked slowly through the hospital corridor, her legs weak and her body aching, she saw them-her family. They stood there, talking in hushed voices. Relief and pain twisted inside her as she limped toward them. Then, without warning, a sharp slap struck her cheek. She stood frozen, numb not from the impact but from the words that followed. "Are you at peace finally? She has been raped because of you. Look at her condition, she is dying." A broken smile formed on her lips. Anyone could see her own ruined state-anyone but them. Once again, they had played their game. Once again, she was the one proven guilty. She wanted to scream, to tell them the truth. "It wasn't her who was raped. It was ME." But no words came out. Only silence.

"Once, we were a home. Now, we're just memories trying not to hurt." When love turns into distance and care becomes pain... can broken bonds ever be fixed? Or are some relationships meant to bleed forever? A story of love, guilt, separation, and the pain of unspoken emotions. Disclaimer:- :-Grammatical mistakes🙃 :-Poor english 🤧

Twelve years ago, Ayaan Rathore was blamed for a tragedy that destroyed his family and was sent away without anyone hearing his side of the story. Now at eighteen, he returns to a home where everyone still believes he is guilty. As old memories resurface and hidden secrets begin to unfold, the truth about that night slowly starts to come out. Read the story to know the truth.

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?