~ Title Translation: Write her as mine, Oh God!!! ~ Highest Rank: #1 in Fanfiction... ~ After Khushi rescues Arnav from the kidnappers, he calls her the biggest mistake of his life... What if, instead of apologizing to her, he concentrate on his Di instead ??? What happens when Khushi realize that nobody wants her anymore ??? She is useless... Upon that, her deteriorating health !!! Will she stand for herself, or will she just cut herself from the family ??? There's only one way to know... ~ Cover made by my talented sister, @ninishta15...

Anamika Pradhan, a former criminal lawyer turned political wife, has learned how to disappear gracefully-running a women's NGO, raising two children, and protecting her husband's rising political career in Mumbai. When a public scandal exposes his infidelity, her carefully maintained silence becomes a liability. Forced into the glare of media and power politics, Anamika must decide whether to continue playing the "good wife" or reclaim the legal mind she once buried-and the truth she's no longer willing to defend for someone else.

Synopsis _ What I said to him and his hand on my stomach was like stimulator, before I knew it I found myself on the floor. I placed my hand on my abdomen, in an attempt to protect our unborn baby. "Oomph" I groaned at the pain, as my butt hit the floor. Nate stood staring at me, with red eyes. To be precise, my stomach. I used my left hand which I used to prop myself from the fall, after he pushed me in an attempt to assist my right hand in protecting my stomach. It was bone chilling. I was so frightened, i could feel cold sweat on my forehead. "Let go of me you bastard" I said trying to loosen his grip from my hair. He only let go after he pulled me to the coffee table , in a kneeling position. "Now fucking sign it, don't let me completely lose my temper. Or I swear to God, you won't believe what's going to happen to you" My red hair fell loosely on my face, the pain from my scalp was evident to what Nate could do if I resisted. - Everybody seems to crave tales of unlikely love, like the rich boy and poor girl or the rich heir and humble maid. I wish more stories would focus on the authenticity of human experiences rather than make such clichéd storylines. My story is a testament to resilience and perseverance through misfortune. What I've gone through has been nothing but "expect the unexpected." 'My name is Ashley, his ex-wife.' "Can't believe I'm still rolling with the punches" #Forgive#Forgiveness#Pregnancy#PregnantAndAlone#Baby#Betrayal#Billionaire#CEO#Reunionr#Motherhood#Secondchance ******* #BeyondTheBreak #AshleysStory #Forgive #Forgiveness #WattpadCommunity #RomanceDrama #Pregnancy #SingleMother #ReadersOfWattpad

*** "Stop trying to run away", Idris says as he holds Devaki by her shoulders. She glares up at him. "Never. I'll never stop. You'll have to kill me if you want to stop me", she tells him as she tries to struggle out of his arms. "Sorry, I'm not particularly fond of the idea of killing my wife", Idris says lightly as he brings his mouth closer. "Why? Why can't you let me go?", Devaki asks shaking her head. "Ask me anything. Anything else. I'll give it to you", he says desperately as he curves his palm around the side of her neck. "Let me go", she says. "I can't do that", he says bringing their bodies closer, ignoring the hitch in her breath when their bodies rub against each other. "I hate you", she whispers as her gaze flicks between his eyes and his lips that are closing in. "I know", he whispers as he tilts her head to the side before capturing her lips in a fierce kiss that had her relaxing against his body. * * * ~Devaki~ The partition of India and Pakistan wreaked havoc in the lives of people on both sides of the border. Devaki's case was not much different. Her life changed in a fortnight. Abducted and forced to marry into a Muslim family, she holds on to hope and willpower to find a chance to escape. But never did she expect her cold and indifferent husband to steal her heart. ~Idris~ Idris has his own reasons to obey his father and marry an Indian Hindu woman. His plan was simple. Get what he wants from his father and let the woman go. But what he didn't expect was the headstrong woman to barge her way into his heart and leave his plans to dust . ***** Join the journey of Devaki and Idris as they weave through life. What happens when their plans fail and they have to choose between what they want the most and their love for each other? Will they get what they want? Or will they choose each other? (Disclaimer: The dates, events and names of places in the story may not be accurate. The facts and events are bent to fit the story better.)

Bhavesh leaned in closer to her lips almost touching his lips with hers and whispered "I missed you Jaya. So much that you can't even imagine it. I always craved for you. To be around you. To be with you. Did you miss me too?" Listening to him Jaya's breath hitched and she nodded her head as it seems her words were stucked in her throat. Not getting any verbal response Bhavesh removed his hands from the wall and cupped her jaw while pressing it and said "Answer me verbally biwi." Looking at his dark eyes Jaya stuttered her response "Ye... Yesss... I... I. missed you too." Hearing her reply there was a smile on Bhavesh face. He inclined his face more towards Jaya and whispered "If my biwi permits can I kiss her?" . . Jaya & Bhavesh were tied in a marriage at the tender age of 9 and 11. Getting separated after few months of marriage they both built their new life. Now after 9 years their union happened again. How will they help and support eachother. Will they be able to complete "CHAR KADAM" of their life by holding hands or will societal pressure will make them the typical couple of 1960's. Dive in to know. Sunshine x Sunshine Dominant x Submissive

"𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞" "YOU ARE NO ONE TO ME" She screamed but regretted it in the next second when she looked up at him. He was shaking with anger. His jaw and hands were tightly clenched. His cold green eyes turned into dark, pitch dark. She could clearly see his veins popping out of his skin. "Today I will fucking show you, who I am to you" His loud shout echoed in the entire hall making her flinch in response. Without waiting for a second, he threw her over his shoulder making his way towards his room. "NO" She yelled and started wriggling furiously, but of no use. His strength overpowering her feeble attempts. Closing the door using his legs, he threw her on the bed. He removed his shirt while smirking lustfully and evilly at her. She tried to run away but he caught her feet and pulled her towards him. "Tonight, I will have you in the worst way possible... Your taste, scent, and feel your skin next to mine... I want it all tonight" He whispered huskily in her ear. ☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎ The handsome billionaire Adhiraj Malhotra gets married to Avantika Singhania, a gorgeous gynaecologist but he rejects her on the marriage day itself. What happens when he madly falls in love with her while she hates him with her all guts? What happens when he hurts her again in his dangerous obsession? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆. Started: 25th February 2022 Best Rankings: #14 in marriage out of 60.2K stories #9 in indian out of 20.3K stories #4 in forcedmarriage out of 5.5K stories #3 in madlove out of 1.7K stories

1950s India-where duty outweighs desire, and love is a luxury few can afford. Aadhya, a timid yet resilient young woman, is wedded to Kaustubh Singh, a cold and ambitious IAS officer. Their marriage is not built on love but on duty, tradition, and societal expectations. While Kaustubh buries himself in files, power, and the rigid structure of his profession, Aadhya is left behind in the shadows of a grand yet loveless home, silenced by the weight of unspoken words. But silence is never empty-it echoes. As secrets unfold, as stolen glances turn into something deeper, will Kaustubh ever see the woman standing right beside him? Or will Aadhya remain just a name in his life, never a place in his heart? A tale of unfulfilled vows, aching loneliness, and a love that may come too late...

Sometimes, unexpected things happen in life-things that turn our world upside down. For Aarohi, her wedding day, the day she'd dreamed of for years, became the moment everything changed. Dressed in a delicate pastel lehenga, walking toward the man she thought she'd spend her life with. But Her dreams, her desires, everything she thought she knew about love and safety, lay in pieces at her feet. Thrust into a world ruled by a ruthless mafia, Aarohi is forced to navigate a life where nothing is certain, and revenge is the only language spoken. The man who took everything from her may have claimed her body, but will he be able to control her heart?

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 '𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄' 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲?