Caste Stories

Sometimes the deepest love stories are the ones that remain unspoken. Kaavya Singh has always been the quiet observer in Armaan's life-his friend, his supporter, and the one person who understands him without him even realizing it. But behind her smiles and casual conversations lies a secret she has never dared to confess. She loves him. Silently. Endlessly. For Armaan, Kaavya is just a friend-someone he trusts, laughs with, and shares moments with. He has no idea that every small moment they spend together means the world to her. "Loving You From Afar" is a story about one-sided love, silent sacrifices, unspoken emotions, and the pain of loving someone who may never see you the same way. Because sometimes love isn't about being together... Sometimes it's about loving someone quietly from a distance. Thank you 💗 I hope you will like this book And I promise that you don't regret by choosing this book.....💗 Your support is needed 🥹💗!!! #1rank in Caste #6 rank in difference 🎀🧿🧿 Your author @anshiwrites_29

He was born into power. Veer Pratap was born to survive. When Ishaan Dev Varma returns from abroad, polished and untouchable, he never expects to fall for a man the world refuses to see. But what begins as stolen glances turns into something dangerous-something neither of them is allowed to have. Until they are caught. Veer is beaten. Broken. And Ishaan... watches. Years later, Veer returns-not as the man who left, but as someone far more powerful... and far more ruthless. This time, he won't be the one on his knees. And Ishaan will learn- love, once betrayed, does not come back gently.

Below the banyan tree, in a village in the Himalayan foothills, fifteen-year-old Mohan has learned the geography of his own smallness which cup to drink from, which row to sit in, when to carry his shoes instead of wearing them. He has never questioned any of it. Then a new girl arrives in his classroom, sits where she is not expected to sit, and gets an answer wrong without flinching and something in the careful order of Mohan's world quietly begins to shift. Mitti Aur Maang is a slow, literary novella told in episodes in the tradition of Premchand and Pariyerum Perumal about caste, dignity, and the small acts of seeing each other that ordinary life tries to make invisible. Not a fast read. A patient one.

"She was the one he never knew he needed." In irritation I said "Abey oh halkat, abhi ek kaan ke niche tamaach maara na yahi zameen chaat taa firega" "Excuse fvcking me" he replied in amusement and disbelief. "Well go fvck yourself at your own home and let me do my work kyuki tumhari tarah sabh vaille nahi bhete yaha pe" I screamed and turned around while murmuring "pagal aadmi." ----- × ------- × -------- × --------- × -------- × --- Vivaan Singh Rajput - a 29-year-old businessman, son of the CM of Rajasthan, who tasted power before anything else. If he likes something, it's going to become his by hook or by crook, no matter what. Varnika Rathi - a 24-year-old IPS officer from a simple middle-class family, where you learn responsibility rather than living a carefree life. She believes in a simple rule: "If it's yours, you are going to get it, even if the whole world is against it." If she is fire, he is ice. If she is fierce, he is calm. If she is impulsive , he is prudent. "What happens when two complete opposites are bound in a sacred tie, driven by one's obsession with the other? Will it end in destruction or become a forever kind of love?" But aren't opposite meant to attract? ----- × ------- × -------- × --------- × -------- × ---

Every twenty years, the Crown stole children and called it tradition. The Blood-Grafting was a ceremony feared by every lower-caste family. Boys between twelve and fourteen were drawn by noble houses, taken from their homes, and sent to the Academy to be broken, trained, and remade into servants of the empire. In return, their families received money, as if grief could be paid for in coins. For generations, the rule never changed. Only boys were taken. But this year, the royal family grew bored. With no prophecy, no grand plan, and no reason beyond amusement, they slipped one hundred female names into a pool of countless boys. The chance of one being chosen was almost impossible. It was supposed to be a joke swallowed by the system. Then a noble house drew a girl's name. The hall fell silent. The commoners called it a curse. The nobles called it an insult. The royals called it entertainment. But for the girl chosen, the Blood-Grafting was neither miracle nor mistake. It was the day her freedom ended. And the moment the empire learned that even a careless game could become dangerous.

Continuation after the Heir from the Selection series by Kiera Cass. Eadlyn breaks down after finding out her mother, Queen America, is in hospital from a heart attack. Eadlyn rethinks her life, maybe it is time to take the her royal duties and the Selection seriously. But who will she pick to be her life long partner? Who will understand her the best and help her as tensions rise in ?

What happens when a daughter raised in logic confronts a mother who's already survived the ruins of faith? Set against the fading light of a winter dusk, Saldek - The Dance of the Dead is a haunting and intimate dialogue between Zehra and her daughter Akifah. As the sun sets and fire crackles in the hearth, a lifetime of inherited beliefs unravels-layer by layer. This is not just a story about religion, but about caste, conscience, and the quiet violence of social labels that survive even in exile. Through piercing conversations and painful memories, the story questions what it means to truly be free. Is God the liberator-or the cage? Are we believers... or just beautifully dressed puppets dancing to the tune of systems we never chose? Blending philosophy, intergenerational trauma, and poetic rebellion, Saldek doesn't offer easy answers. But it dares to open the window-and let the wind in.

In the city of Vijayawada, two worlds that should never have collided are about to meet. He is paralyzed from the waist down, unable to move forward, his life reduced to pain and stillness. She was born to dream, to rise, to move freely toward a future shaped by expectations. Akash, a young Christian from a poor family, sees his life shatter after a car accident. Since then, high school has been nothing but cruelty, mockery, whispers, and endless humiliation. Every day is a battle. Aasha, on the other hand, belongs to the highest caste. Wealthy and admired, raised in a respected family of Hindu priests, nothing should have drawn her toward a boy like him. And yet, their story began long before they ever spoke. In a hospital hallway, somewhere between life and death. When Aasha's fragile health begins to fail, long-buried secrets come to light. The feelings she has carried in silence are finally revealed, and they are returned. But the differences between them, caste, religion, and wealth, are impossible to ignore. Soon, family honor declares war on love. I plan to include some explicit chapters in the story, which will be marked with an emoji "💕." These chapters will be few in number and are not essential to the story. I have never been to India, but it is a country that I love very much. It is therefore possible that I may make some mistakes regarding the culture, so please feel free to point them out to me. Also, I am just starting out on Wattpad, so thank you to those who have started reading my work. English is not my mothers'language so I translate everything before publishing.

Meet Colette: Princess of Averlie, first in-line for the throne, in-love with her guard, in-hate with the new stableboy, and just a tad self-centred. Meet Sebastien: Lieutenant, personal guard to the Princess, stickler for the rules, recipient of an unrequited crush, and may or may not be in love with the Princess's brother. The Kingdom of Averlie may look like a utopia on the surface, but underneath, deception is brewing and rebellion is looming. With the annual Averlien Games set to commence, alliance's are being made and lines are being drawn. Choose your sides and choose wisely, because it's not just a matter of win or lose... It may very well be a matter of life or death. Let the games begin.

"Every King needs a Queen" For 35 ladies, the selection is the chance of a lifetime. And Prince Carter knows that. He's known as the player of Illéa, and isn't sure if this whole "Love" thing is for him. But maybe having a few girls around would spice up life a bit. Maybe he'll even break some hearts in the process. Or maybe he will fall in love, after all, it's what's expected of him. But as he meets these girls, builds relationships, and maybe just fall in love, he realizes that there is much more to this selection then meets the eye. He never realized that if he loved someone, he couldn't just marry them. No. First he'd have to have Illéa, and his parents approval. But how on earth could he find a girl that fit all of these standered? Or maybe just breaks them all?

Summer is practically the definition of a 2. Pretty, popular, cheerleading captain (yes, her parents could afford school after all), any boy she wants is hers? It's who she is. Well, that's what she thinks she is too. But when she arrives for the selection she'll learn things about herself, about relationships, and everything in between. Can Prince Charles really live up to his perfect standereds? Can she really fall in love? Is he the one? Or is another? And is she the one for either? -------------------- A selection told from a two's point of view. But this isn't your classic yeah she's a two but a 5 at heart, or she's got a illness, story. No. This is her, a stuck up girl fighting to become queen. Maybe she'll fall in love maybe she'll play him. Maybe she'll fall in love with another guy or get her heart broken or get blown up or somethin who knows man. I do this as I go, often don't have a plan in the beginning but hey, lets see where this goes.

This book will focus on the current social issues prevailing around the world and it's relation to the mahabharat teachings of Lord krishna.

A war led to the separation of the half snake race, the Nagas, and the humans for eras. But when a dead Naga is found on earth with roses and a note, Snake Princess Urmila is determined to find the sender. When hell breaks loose, she is sent to kill the King. What she doesn't expect, however, is to fall in love with a human, the worst crime in the handbook of the Nagas. Prince Arjuna hides a grave secret. He is not a Prince, but a Princess. Forced to hide her gender since a young age, Arjuna leaves in a world of lies. When she meets someone who she can entrust her heart to, she doesn't expect things to take a turn for the worse.

A GOAT NOT AN ASIAN TIGER Ignatius Chithelen views himself as a goat rather than as an Asian Tiger - he read Dostoevsky instead of mastering calculus, while in college in Mumbai. Though he got six degrees, his going to college was perhaps an accident. As he discusses his education, Chithelen offers insights into how a series of competitive exams enables India to produce world class engineers, doctors and chief executives, while 15% of college graduates are unemployed. He also analyzes the puzzle of winning Indian political elections, which is based on shifting alliances between five religions, four caste and 22 major language groups. He looks at why The Economist and The Financial Times have thrived while other legacy print publications have been crippled by new online rivals, says that the for-profit academic publishing business is ripe for disruption by non-profit publishers and discusses the success of Indian professionals as entrepreneurs in the U.S. Chithelen provides an unorthodox road map for changing careers, while discussing his jobs. He moved from journalism in Mumbai and New York to investment research at SoGen fund. It was run by a Frenchman who was a rare boss on Wall Street. This is also a story of losing Santa Claus in Mumbai; fearing arrest during Indira Gandhi's State of Emergency; being saved from drowning; finding a lost briefcase, with $3,880, left in a New York cab; and learning to overcome writer's block at the Columbia journalism school.

Liars are now intellectuals

It is a different angled romantic story with twists and budding romance. The eagerness and the sudden end is the real mystery of the story. Love is not always what we see, even it is not caustic. Read it and if you like it then comment. If this one gets appreciation then will surely come up with more mysterious and suspicious plots.