The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?

A short story Slow burn ❤️‍🔥 A man with fucked up childhood trauma A girl loved her life beautifully with her grandmother Will love find a way to them ? Read to know the story of mitra and anurag kashyap

This story is set in late 1980s- early 1990s in rural area. The marriage is formed due to unseen circumstances when the bride's groom didn't arrive and for justice, a man was commanded to marry her. The woman has heard the truth of other marriages but still dreams of a good husband and the man is calm person who is obedient son but nothing really mattered to him. How will their marriage go? This is a prequel to Mera Rangsaaz (Veer's story) and can be read as standalone. Update: Every Tuesday and Friday ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. I do not promote anything written inside it, it's just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

"I want to hear you cry," he groaned at her and pressed the hot coal deeper to her foot soul. She cried out though her gagged mouth while her exhausted naked body almost gave up. Vaani Desai is only 20 year old jolly and bubbly girl but her life turns into a gell when her Aunt marries her off to a beast double her age, to a 40 year old ruthless buisness Tycoon Rudra Rathore in exchange of money. He keeps her as his secret wife in his secret prison and Out of Revenge and lust, he tortures and abuses the young soul to an extreme point, locks her up in his house as a prisoner and makes her condition miserable unless Akash comes in her life. Will Vaani find her true love in Akash? How will Akash help Vaani escape the prison? Will Vaani ever escape this prison? Mature content🔞 IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN PLEASE DON'T READ IT.

"jis aadmi ne mera suhaag udaad diya... uska bacha mere aandar pal raha hai".

For my entire life, I wished and longed for love. My mother had told me that she loved me, that my husband would love me, and that my children would as well, but over the years I realized love is something much more complicated than that. Your family will not love you just because you are bound by blood. My mother cared for me, she made sure that I was raised well and married into a good family, but it wasn't the soul-clenching, heart-warming love I longed for. Even my husband would show me affection, when he held me in his arms and whispered sweet nothings in my ear when we were intimate. My children showed me respect and care, even in my last days, but I'm not sure that it was truly love. As a small girl, then later as a teenager than a woman, I craved love. I had never believed in something as abstract as fate, but I knew it was fate when I met Radha. In the films I watched growing up and as a woman as well, the hero and heroine loved each other so much that they believed they were soulmates. I never believed in soulmates either, especially after I married, but I knew that Radha was my soulmate all along. Not in a romantic sense - we were both very much attracted to men, and would fawn over them when we were younger. But Radha and I were friendship soulmates. I could feel it deep down inside of me - a mixture of protectiveness and such a deep love for Radha whenever I thought of her, and I knew that she felt the same for me. Even when we both became old and gray, our husbands and families gone, Radha and I's friendship prevailed.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

When tragedy struck, Shivani Sharma lost her parents when she was 10. Her father's closest friend - the powerful, disciplined, and dangerously composed Rudra Pratap Singh Chaudhary - stepped in to foster her. He was supposed to be her guardian. Her protector. Not the man who would one day turn her innocence into his greatest temptation. For years, Rudra raised Shivani with his own daughter, keeping her safe, sending her abroad to study. But when she returns at nineteen, everything is different. She isn't a little girl anymore. She's graceful, untouched, and carries the same quiet beauty that once broke his heart - her mother's. Now every look tempts him. Every smile feeds his hunger. Shivani was meant to be his responsibility. Instead, she's becoming his forbidden obsession. And Rudra? He's the one man who can protect her from the world... but not from himself.

1950s India. A forbidden book. A forced marriage. She was meant to serve him - not teach him what sin really feels like. 🔥 Naina never meant to be anyone's bride. But when her sister fled from the altar, she was forced to marry Vikram Singh - the feared master of the haveli. Cold, dominant, and untouchable, Vikram lived alone behind stone walls and darker rumours. Until he discovered Naina's secret - the forbidden book she read by candlelight. What began as punishment turned into passion. What began as control became surrender. Between incense smoke and whispered prayers, they found a love the world would never accept - sinful, sacred, and entirely theirs. ⚜️ Desi Shades Book 1 - A bold historical romance inspired by 1950s India. ⚜️

Ridhav Agnihotri, forty, ruthless, and a man of power. A politician who commands respect in public, but behind closed doors, he is a father estranged from his twelve-year-old son and a man chained to a marriage he never wanted. Noor, only twenty-five, untouched by the ways of the world, pulled from her quiet village life and forced into a marriage that feels more like a punishment than a dream. Illiterate, naïve, yet burning with a hidden fire, she steps into a mansion where luxury is a cage and silence is louder than words. Because love was never meant to bloom here. And yet, it just might.