"AS YOU SOW, SO SHALL YOU REAP" perfect for the story . . "I am s........sorry" he said while tears were constantly falling down from his eyes. he held his face in his palms feeling helpless and defeated. "You think your sorry enough for what you did??" She asked him to which he just shook his head. "So how dare you apologize to me??? Because of you I lost everything, I lost my parents, myself and him and you are here apologizing like shameless. You remember what I told you that day that I will never forgive you for that" her voice was emotionless but her eyes were full of emotions which were changing every moment. "Just give me one chance, I promise I won't let you down, I know there is no forgiveness for the sins I have committed but give me one chance please" He tried to hold her hand but she pushed him as if his touch was burning her. "Don't you ever dare to touch me. I feel disgusted when you touch me and what did you say to give you a chance. I have neither the chance nor the heart to give you, If I have anything then only punishment and that is that you burn in the fire of your regret without any hope that you will ever be forgiven" her words cut his heart but he composed himself. He smiled sadly listening to her "I am burning since last 3 years. I know that I will not be forgiven so easily for what I have done but I promise that I will try my best what no matter how difficult the PATH OF REDEMPTION"

"I have never done this before." he whispered while cupping her face. "Me too" she said looking at his eyes. "What? You... You have... I thought..." he stammered. Her eyes widened in realization of what he could have thought about her. "Don't tell me you also believed in the rumors our office talking about." she chided at him. "I... I am sorry. It didn't matter to me. And it doesn't matter what your past was. So I didn't take into consideration of other possible ways." he tried to explain his blunder mistake of touching her nerve. She shook her head at disappointment. "I thought you are different from others. But no. Even you also thought so low me. Just leave." she pointed her hand towards the door. "Please understand. I didn't mean it like that." he wanted to tell her why he thought like that. He never believed in rumors when he himself was victim of a gossiping group. "Whatever it is we will talk tomorrow. I want to be alone. So leave now" she whisper yelled as she didn't want to wake her baby sleeping in adjacent room. ***************************************** A short story about how two lonely hearts are destined to end up with each other.

SEASON 2 of THAKUR SERIES Ganga - a child widow - was torn away from the only warmth she had ever known: her Amma. The woman who defied the cruel Sati Pratha to give her a life, to give her love. But fate is rarely kind to girls like Ganga. Happiness was a luxury she wasn't allowed for long. Branded with the word 'WIDOW', she was cast into a world where she was not allowed to laugh, dream, or even exist freely. Yet, in the midst of her darkness, she clings to a memory - A promise made by a little boy, twenty years ago: "I'll come back to save you, Ganga..." Two decades have passed. But there's been no sign of him. No savior. Only silence. Until now... Thakur Dhananjay Singh - a fierce, principled lawyer known for fighting injustice, especially against women who've been silenced. A man who now despises the very name of his father... but why? What broke him? What is his connection to Ganga? Does he remember the girl with eyes full of hope? Will he go back and keep the promise he once made? And will his stone heart ever bloom under the weight of love, pain, and redemption? Dive into the journey of Ganga and Dhananjay... Where buried memories resurface, wounds seek healing, and love dares to bloom like it was meant to... A story where a son fights with his father, for his Mother... HIS THAKURAIN...

(Complete) After Seren is assaulted by someone in her friend group, she begins to fall deeper into the depths of her depression. No one seems to notice, except for the former bad boy and his friends. "Seriously, this is probably the best book I've read on Wattpad." -@dowries "I thought you were bluffing in the description but dang, you got me. Ima say- this truly is one of the best books on Wattpad." -@jamzeverywhere "Easily the best book I have ever read and I'm not exaggerating." - @purelyaureila "Simultaneously shattered me and put me back together, one of the best things I've ever read. Didn't think I could love two characters so deeply." -@imswriting "If I was ever to reread a book- it would be this one." -@thethotpocket "This is my favourite book! I would pay literal money just to continue to experience these characters!" - @sapphhhireee Spin Offs: Notice Me, and Trust Me *****

Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.

it was easy for him to leave but to say i love you... Hey lover, are you happy with her? Hey lover, was i that bad? Hey lover, i search everywhere, did you see it? Hey lover, did you see it smile? Hey lover, was i not enough? Hey lover, its me Allina...

He did not love her. It was a loveless marriage to him. In his eyes, she is just a burden who cooks food for him. And in return, he will earn money and place it in her bank account. But she fell for him the moment she had laid eyes on him. It was love at first sight. She would lovingly cook him breakfast, but he would not even glance at her in the morning. In attempts to get him to glance at her, she fooled and embarrassed herself in front of him. She was close to giving up. A small part of her had hoped someday he would change the way he views her. But the fragment of hope diminishes very quickly. Little did she know that one simple action will cause everything to change. That one day he going to start feeling something for her, when her heart is broken. That he is going to start feeling something for her, with a dark past. Will she have to continue to wonder whether it will always be a loveless marriage or a new journey where they fall in love with each other together instead of one-sided love. Will he be able to love her like she loves him? A/N: Probably cliché to some people, read with caution.

A relationship without trust is never strong.. He doesn't trust her and even cheats on her, she knew all of that but that doesn't stop her love for him that she even blame herself for his shameful actions. She tried hard to match up his standard to please him, but her dedication were never recognize by him... a saying goes 'you never know what you have until you lose it' and that is the exact thing that happens here, he kept on ignoring his diamond(her) again and again but little did he know that she also is only a mere human, whose feelings have limits to how much they can endure his indifferences. Read the story to see what a cracked up relationship experience that poor Sena had to faced throughout her life journey. Total words count 21914 + 952(bonus chapter)😘😘😊

Nitya and Vikrant's marriage cracked under the weight of unspoken expectations and clashing priorities. Nitya, a devoted doctor with a heart for community service, and Vikrant, a steady IT professional, entered their arranged marriage with quiet hope and mutual respect. They dreamed of building a life together-but life had other plans. As Nitya took up irregular shifts in rural clinics, Vikrant longed for routine weekends and family time. When she stepped back from her career to raise their son, Arjun, it seemed like a temporary pause. But three years later, when her dream NGO offered her a role, Vikrant resisted-afraid it would take away the fragile balance of their home life. Neither could find a middle ground, and slowly, love gave way to silence. Eventually, Nitya moved out with Arjun, carrying both heartbreak and hope. But love doesn't vanish-it lingers in the quiet moments after goodbye. As time and distance bring clarity, and a child's innocent smile bridges what was broken, Nitya and Vikrant must face the hardest question: do they hold on to pride-or rediscover the language of love? Set amidst the everyday chaos of marriage and modern life, Prioritising Love is a tender, emotionally honest story of second chances, silent sacrifices, and the courage it takes to choose each other again-this time, with open eyes and open hearts.

In the dimly lit corridors of Rathore Mansion, shadows whispered tales of love turned venomous, of trust shattered and souls broken. The grandeur of the estate was a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped its inhabitants, particularly Aparajita, whose life had become a nightmarish symphony of hatred, abuse, and betrayal. Once the epitome of grace and strength, Aparajita now found herself caged by the very man who had vowed to protect her. Abhimaan Singh Rathore, her husband, had transformed into a relentless captor, driven by a sinister obsession. His manipulative tricks had woven a web of conspiracy so tight that even Aparajita's innocence couldn't save her from his clutches. Standing over her frail figure, Abhimaan's eyes glinted with a dark satisfaction. He leaned in close, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down Aparajita's spine. "You thought you could escape me, Aparajita? That you could find solace and freedom? No, my dear, you are mine. As long as I breathe, you will remain caged, a prisoner of my will. Every breath you take, every tear you shed, will remind you of your place-here, under my control, where you belong." The mansion's walls echoed with the weight of his words, sealing Aparajita's fate in a prison far worse than any physical chains could ever bind. In the heart of luxury, she was ensnared in a dark tale where love was a distant memory, replaced by a sinister dance of power and possession.