m-maat ahh mari h-humka jii d-dard ho raha h-hai ahhh ( please don't hit me it's hurt) smack ------ smack------- smack------- kitni baar kahe toke maat ladoa maa se juban par tohar dimag mai baat nhi samaj ata hai ( how many times do I have to tell you don't give back answers to mom , still you are not getting it) _______________________________________________________ This story is set in 1978 Female lead Ani Dev Ram 18 year old simple girl from middle class family , Fair and beautiful with average height4.10 , petite and fragile girl Dev Ram 29 years old cold man from middle class family, muscular body with height of 5.8 , light brown skin tone, strict as hell Read to find out the story ******************************************** This is purely my work I would not appreciate anyone to copy it others their will be the consequences

"Tum meri ho, Akriti. Aur main tumhe duniya ke saamne haarne nahi dunga." She was only the maid's daughter, and he was the boy born to wealth and power. Yet from childhood, Vikram's eyes had followed only her, protective, possessive, unwilling to let anyone else near her. Years apart turned him into a man of stone. Tall, stoic, dangerous. But when he returns at twenty-four, he finds Akriti grown into a woman whose soft doe eyes and innocent beauty set fire to every restraint he has ever known. The world whispers she's beneath him. His family condemns her presence. But Vikram doesn't care. For him, there is only one truth- She belongs to him, and he will burn the world before he lets her go. ~aaria (This story is written by @ar1iiya. This is just my second account, so go check @ar1iiya for more stories <3)

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨