_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their destinies are bound. And the person who connects their fate is 'Niskarsh Bedi'. 'Niskarsh Bedi', the younger son of the Bedi family who lives miles away from his family in Canada. Maanvi Arora, who is engaged to Niskarsh's elder brother Abhimaan Bedi, who hates Niskarsh. Nearly fifteen years later, Niskarsh has returned to India, taking Maanvi who had gone to Canada two years back for studies. But on seeing Manvi, both the Bedi family and the Arora family were stunned. What such change has happened inside Manvi in these two years, which has surprised everyone? Why does Abhimaan hate his own brother Niskarsh? And, why was Niskarsh living in Canada away from his family for fifteen years? And who is Sharanya? After all, how is her fate intertwined with Manvi's? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha.

In the ancient era, in the early 19th and 20th century peace is held together by a sacred law: brothers must marry one woman-one soul shared, one heart bound-to prevent power struggles that once shattered the realm. When the innocent and beautiful Aradhya is captured by an old man thrice her age for marriage, her fate takes a dramatic turn. Two powerful Thakur brothers, Thakur yatharth-the cold, calculating war strategist-and Thakur yashraj -the charming, ruthless protector-defy the rules and tradition to save her. By ancient decree, saving her means claiming her. Now, she is not only under their protection-but their shared bride. What begins as a duty quickly turns into something far more dangerous. To yatharth, Aradhya is the key to controlling his darker urges. To yashraj , she is the light that anchors his chaos. And to Aradhya these two opposite souls become the only safe harbour in a world full of hidden daggers and whispered threats. But being bound to two royal obsessions comes at a price. As palace intrigue thickens and old enemies rise from the shadows, Aradhya must learn how to wield the power she never asked for-because in this twisted game of loyalty, obsession, and law, love might be the most dangerous weapon of all. Hope you liked the book cover and under editing......

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

Unki pehli mulaqat mein lafzon ki zarurat nahi thi , unki aankhon ne hi kissa likh diya. prem ka~ Previously known as his ardhangini-hind saga. I give my chapters misleading names

The story is set in a time when there used to be kings and queens. In the kingdom of Shravangarh, a girl is married to her King, her bestfriend, the one who knows her by heart.The beginning of their relationship is the beginning of war. So is their marriage just a responsibility or something else? This is a story about a Queen who is obsessed with her husband and a King who crazy about his wife. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence) so proceed with caution. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. Readers discretion is advised.

Based on the show Bharat Ka Veer Putra Maharana Pratap and its leap track, this story written in 2015 is a complete fan fiction with no connection to history.

"Do you know, Guruma told me how much she likes me being there." Thirteen year old Meenakshi spoke about her new life. "She is absolutely right. Having you around is like having our blessings around." Chitrama said, as she slowly massaged her bruised arms. "Who would not like you?" She asked, her question rhetorical. "My parents." Meenakshi whispered, making Chitrama look at her. She smiled softly at her, as she saw the little girl becoming a woman. "Does you feet not hurt you?" She asked diverting her attention. They were bruised from walking on the rocks and climbing trees. "No ma. I am used to the pain." Meenakshi said, making Chitrama's heart weep. "One day, you shall be cherished dear, so much that all this pain will be worth it." She said, caressing her soles, before she bandaged them. "I don't have any such expectations ma. And I don't wish to." She said, before she walked to the bathing area.