"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

After 3 years of marriage, you realized that you were just a pown in his game of revenge. He didn't love you ever. it's just gratitude and feel pity for you. He loves someone else, and she is the closest person to you. Her husband was the boyfriend of her best friend. They dated when they were in college. what will she do when her best friend wants what was rightfully hers? will her husband leave her and return to his ex-girlfriend?

This story is indian version of my favorite book, which i read a long time ago. I have written this book inspired by my favorite Chinese book. Although, I had made changes such as country, names, place, language mannerism. Everything has changed, and i have tried to make it whole different than Chinese version. This book is going to quite long, so be patient and enjoy Shiksha, a young woman, is given a second chance at life, finds herself navigating a path she never expected. Reborn into her younger self, She vows to avoid the mistakes that led to a miserable first life. As she handles her studies, family pressures, and blossoming relationship. Unedited story English is not my first language, so if my dear readers get some mistakes, please criticize me and help me to correct them. Thank you

There was confusion in the eyes of the seven year old Surangi as they dipped mango leaves into the sandal-turmeric paste to anoint her. She did not know what marriage meant, she was just told that she would move into a new home in a village far away and Yashoda mami would be her mother-in-law. Fighting back tears she clutched her carved sandalwood doll, trying not to miss her mother Kaveri whose recent demise had prompted her father to agree to the alliance between Surangi and Madhav, the eleven year old son of Raghav, Kaveri's distant cousin. Shridhar knew he could not bring up his daughter alone. He was constantly under pressure to take a new bride to bear him the much desired son as his late wife had only left behind a daughter. He chose to marry little Surangi off in accordance with the custom of the day rather than leave her at the mercy of a step-mother.

In ancient Times, we have heard about stories of kings who were in polygamous marriages. And certain movies have romanticised their life with second or last wife. But I feel they didn't exactly show the feelings and griefs of a first wife rather they were made villains. So I got a thought why don't I write a story by myself and write what I want to see and show that? So this is my first try in wattpad and tell me your views about the story. #1 in india #3 in Cheating #6 in heartbreak #8 in historicalfiction #7 in betrayal

"You're right", she said, sounding contemplative, "Maybe I should grow up and be more practical." "Well...you know 'Princes on white horses' are 'fairy'-tales right?" Abhi said, air-quoting again. He was feeling relieved now that she was seeing some logic. "Yeah...but...I sooo wanted it! A guy who could brave the most terrible storms to rescue me, the sparks fly when we touched each other, the fastening of heart beats when we..." "Geez Siya! I get the point. I never guessed you lived in fantasy land! So in short I am exactly opposite to what you want?", his voice dripping of offence and frustration. Siya laughed. How like Abhi to get offended by some hypothetical guy who she hypothetically thought was better than Abhi. "No not exactly! But you are my friend Abhi, there's no spark!", she added with a hand gesture. Seeing him getting seriously irked, she smiled to herself. "Oh God! Siya-" "I know it is childish Abhi...", she took a short decisive pause, "and...that's why...I am ready to do this", she finished, her grin widening. "To do what?" Abhi asked, thoroughly bemused by the variety of expressions Siya was giving. "To marry you." *** Siya and Abhi have known each other since forever, being the children of two bestfriends and having spent all their lives in the same household. They transitioned from being partners-in-crime to business partners. So what happens when Abhi's Dad asks them to get married to each other? In a country where marriages are believed to be made in heaven and are meant to last for seven-lives, will two bestfriends survive the difficult test of Marriage? Or will their life-long friendship bear the brunt of their conflicting ideas of love and relationships? Would Abhi and Siya's friendship last while they follow the age old tradition of 'Arranged Marriage'?

Randhir was startled by the presence of the teenage Sanyukta desperately hanging off the mango tree just outside his bedroom balcony. "Who is it, son? It must be those infernal kids after the fruit in the garden!'' His mother Renuka called out to him. ''No mother, just some monkeys.'' He was unsure why he had lied. He could see she was trapped and uncertain about how to descend. ''Here, take my hand'' He whispered to her stretching across, as she looked at him petrified. Slowly, an inch at a time, she crawled toward him, trying not to look down, until she was near enough for him to grab her and pull her into his sinewy arms. Unconvinced that she had landed on safe ground she held him in a tight embrace till he could feel her heart beat wildly against his broad chest.

What would you do when the happy bubble you lived in for the past 25 years gets popped? Do you wanna know what I did? I told my parents, because I thought they were my soft landing spot, that they would be by my side like I was with them all the time. But after marriage there is no soft landing, you just plummet to death alone and no one will be there with you if you don't do what they say or want. I didn't know what to do, It felt like someone kept choking me and I couldn't breathe. It felt like I was stuck in a quicksand and all people I loved and lived for pushed me into it. So, I ran away with the help of my cousin Amaya. But I never knew that I would run into someone who would be my parachute and help me land carefully back to life. I never knew that he would give me the courage and strength to live my life how I wanted. Are you intrigued now?

She didn't care whom she was getting married to. And had nodded a yes, to her parents' choice, only to find out, the groom was non-other than a guy whom she hated three years back!! and had almost forgotten now...!! The most eligible bachelor...!! No... they were never in love in past.. but yet.. Want to read a sweet calm and quiet love story?? This story revolves around two people who gradually fall in love... please do read this story...

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? What happens when you wake up in Vegas married? Well, you try to figure out what the hell happened then go from there. For Mikaela Nero, there is no going back. Her newly acquired husband makes her an offer she has no choice but to accept. What motives will she find along the way? What will she discover about herself?