Anaya Raheem's life was never hers to choose. Forced into marriage with the cold and distant businessman Zayan Ali Khan, she endured years of silence and loneliness, believing their bond was nothing more than a cruel fate. After their marriage, Zayan disappeared abroad for work, leaving her to carry the weight of their union alone. But when Zayan returns, everything changes. Anaya is pregnant with his child-something neither of them were prepared for. The tension between them escalates as Zayan, now back in her life, remains as distant and cold as ever. Anaya, meanwhile, struggles with anxiety , caught in a whirlwind of confusion, guilt, and fear for the future of her child. As Anaya battles between her growing feelings for Zayan and the harsh realities of her situation, will their fragile connection survive the weight of the past, or will the light of love fade forever?

⚠️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."

"You." her heart starts beating in ribcage like she had run a marathon, tounge were tied ,throat feels like desert like dry , mouth lost saliva ,pupils were dilated, toes are curling inwards ,palms were sweating ,loosing it's warmth & turning cold.A drop of warm salty liquid travel from her forhead to cheek. " What are you doing here ?" "I came to take you to the home." He said very calmly. "I am not going anywhere. My home is here where I am today , and I won't go anywhere . That home ,that chapter is closed long ago ,I won't let you open it again, " she mustered courage to stand up against him .She won't let him destroy what she has weaved with patience, hard work, and resilience. "That chapter is open ended, it will close when I wish ,how I wish . You are coming back with me, Smita, and I'll make sure to remind each and every detail of that chapter. " his words have finality as if he had sealed her future once again.His six feet tall figure towered to intimidate her, but she won't give in to his demands. "I won't go with you ,do whatever you want, but I won't go with you, Akshay.Never again,"she folds her hand near her below her breast, ready to fight tooth and nail to protect her little heaven. Abandoned wife is a raw , atmospheric love story set between the chaos of stardom and the stillness of mountain air. A tale of power, redemption, trauma, and the aching question: What happens when a man is loved only when he conquers-and a woman only when she yields

An accidental marriage ✨🥀 In a world where family honor outweighs personal choice, Maithili Sharma, an innocent and loving village girl, is forced to flee from a life she never wanted, leaving behind everything familiar. Gentle at heart and quietly strong, she faces every hardship with grace and unwavering kindness. When an accidental marriage changes her fate, she accepts it wholeheartedly, hoping for a future she can finally call her own. Meanwhile, Advik Goenka, who was slowly falling for his girlfriend -Arya, finds himself caught in the cruel hands of fate. One thing he knows for sure-he'll never fall for girl he married in accident. Yet Maithili, with all her love and innocence, can't help but fall for him, risking her heart and knowing she might get burned. A single wedding chain, blessed in a temple, becomes a silent thread connecting two lives destined to cross, testing courage, love, and the meaning of true freedom. Will fate bring them together, or will the chains of society and tradition keep them apart forever? She fell first. He fell harder.🥀 Read the story to find out ✨✨

He reaches deep into the forest while clicking photos. Suddenly he felt a movement in the peaceful atmosphere. He moved nearer to the noises, suddenly someone collided with his chest. He grabbed her by the waist, his brown eyes met with the blue ones, next to her beautiful features, fair colour and black long hair falling on her face. "SAVE ME" was the only word he heard from her mouth. She quickly hides behind his back clutching his shoulders tightly, as for sake of her life. scene 2 "Eat" "No" "I said finish the breakfast Sanjana" "No, I m not hungry " "very well then eat your breakfast or I will kiss you until you are out of breath" "So the choice is your food or my kiss " After listening to this she finished her meal in 5 minutes. 'That's like my good wife " Started 20th May 2021 Completed 19th July 2021 Highest ranking #2 love at first sight #5th in trust #6th in success #7 in success

He has the audacity to ask me to sleep on the couch. If he didn't want to marry me he should have refused it. I did not beg him to marry him. " You should have just refused to marry me instead of giving me this bullshit reason that 'I married you to protect you'." I said mimicking his voice. He just rolled his eyes and kept a pillow and a blanket on the couch. "I won't be sleeping on that thing. Its your mistake now you will be sleeping on the couch." I said, folding my arms, refusing to back down. "You are so annoying. You are saying the same thing from that time. Just shut up." He said running his hands through his hair. As though he is regretting his choices. Well he should. "If you have the guts, make me." As I completed my sentence he went near his table and brought something. He came closer to me and I started walking backwards. He copied me and walked forward until my back met the wall. He took his hands from behind and stuck the plaster on my mouth and slept in bed peacefully. While I just stood there in shock. Read the story to know further. Images source : Pinterest Edits by me

Forced by Fate "A marriage forced by fate... a love neither of them expected." Professor Prithvi Malhotra is known for his cold personality, strict rules, and emotionless demeanor. As one of the most respected professors in the city, he believes his life is perfectly planned-until fate decides otherwise. Chhavi Sharma is a cheerful, stubborn, and ambitious college student who dreams of completing her education and building a successful future. Marriage is the last thing on her mind. Everything changes when Chhavi's elder sister, Chehek Sharma, runs away on the day of her arranged marriage because she is in love with someone else. To save both families from humiliation, Chhavi is forced to take her sister's place at the altar. What she doesn't know is that the groom waiting for her is none other than Professor Prithvi Malhotra-her own professor. Bound together by circumstances they never chose, their married life begins with resentment, awkwardness, and endless arguments. While Prithvi struggles to accept a marriage forced upon him, Chhavi refuses to let her dreams and studies be sacrificed. As time passes, misunderstandings, jealousy, heartbreak, dangerous accidents, and family challenges bring them closer than either of them ever imagined. With the support of Prithvi's loving parents, Meera and Rajesh Malhotra, and despite the schemes of Sanya, who is determined to separate them, Chhavi and Prithvi slowly discover that sometimes the strongest love stories begin with the most unwilling hearts. From enemies to partners, from strangers to soulmates, their journey is filled with laughter, tears, sacrifices, and unforgettable moments. Will a marriage forced by fate become a love chosen by the heart? Or will the secrets of the past destroy everything they have built together? Forced by Fate is a heartwarming slow-burn romance filled with family bonds, emotional twists, college drama, and a love story that proves that destiny works in mysterious ways. ❤️📖

Ranvijay Singh Rathore (32), is commanding, stoic, and fiercely protective-a man of few words whose love is expressed through actions. Dominant, stubborn, and competitive, he prioritizes duty and order over overt affection. Niyati Joshi (23), is gentle, empathetic, and graceful, yet quietly strong and independent. She craves love, attention, and emotional connection, navigating her privileged but controlled world with patience and resilience. Their arranged marriage is a clash of contrasting needs: her desire for warmth and reassurance, his controlled, action-driven care. Survival depends on empathy, patience, and understanding, gradually discovering intimacy in unspoken gestures and shared responsibilities.

She came out of the washroom, her stomach emptied from relentless vomiting. In her trembling hand, she held a pregnancy kit-two unmistakable pink lines stared back at her, declaring the beginning of a life growing inside her. She froze, eyes locked on the test. "No... no... this can't be happening," she whispered, her voice cracking before she collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Just then, the door creaked open. He walked in. The moment she saw him, she sprang to her feet, stormed towards him, and grabbed his collar. Her eyes blazed with fury and betrayal. "You cheated me! You trapped me in this marriage!" she shouted, her voice trembling with rage. "You manipulated me, married me, and now this?" she yelled, thrusting the test in front of his face. He stared at it in confusion, but as his eyes registered the two pink lines, understanding dawned. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. She's pregnant... She's carrying my baby... I'm going to be a father. His heart raced with happiness. His plan had worked. She threw the kit to the floor and began pounding her fists against his chest, sobbing, "Why? Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? You've ruined my life! I hate you... I hate you! And I will never forgive you!" A twisted, guilty joy stirred in his chest. As much as it hurt to see her like this, a selfish part of him felt victorious. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her-so he did what he had to do. If love wasn't enough to keep her, then maybe responsibility would be. At least now, she was tied to him... if not by choice, then by duty. He knew her parents would never let her walk away, not with a baby on the way. And maybe-the child could bring them closer. Maybe it could fix what he broke. He smirked, a dark thought creeping in. Now, she couldn't leave. She was TRAPPED WITH HIM. FOREVER.

In the vanity mirror, a stranger stared back at me. A bride in red. A soulless doll. With a heavy sigh, I began removing the endless pins from my dupatta, loosening the choker, the jewelry. Only my anklets and bangles remained. The door clicked open. Shut with a thud. My heart stopped. I grabbed my dupatta, draping it over my shoulders. He strode toward me, his eyes burning. In fury, he yanked my hair back. Pain seared my scalp. "Why the fuck did you remove this?" he roared. "Don't you know you have to wait for your dear husband?" His voice dripped with psychotic pleasure. "Oh? Were you too desperate to be fucked by your husband?" In one swift motion, he yanked the dupatta away and shoved me onto the bed. I crawled backwards, fear clawing at my chest. Within seconds, he was half-naked, towering over me. He grabbed my leg, dragging me under him, his entire weight crushing my fragile body.