Childbride Stories

#1- 1990s [15/02/26] #2 - 1990s [07/01/26] #61 - Wattpad [06/07/26] #72 - Wattpad [20/03/2026] #126 - Wattpad [15/02/26] #147 - Wattpad [30/01/26] #164 - Wattpad [23/01/26] #172 - Wattpad [11/01/26] Her mother watched her for a moment, then spoke again-this time more deliberate, like she was counting beads on a mala. "Aur sirf roti banana hi kaafi nahi hota, Janvi," she said, turning the tawa. Janvi looked up. "Toh aur kya-kya hota hai maa?" Her mother sighed, not tired-just seasoned. "Sab kaam seekhne padte hain. Kapde dhona, bartaan manjhna, subah sabse pehle uthna..." She continued, as if listing everyday items from memory. "Saree pehnna dhang se, pallu sambhalna, ghunghat mein chalna..." Janvi wrinkled her nose. "Ghunghat mein? Maa, dikhega bhi kuch ya bas andhere mein hi chalna padega? Nah baba nah, hum gir gaye toh...Hum nahi daalenge ghunghat vunghat." Her mother smiled briefly but didn't stop. "Aur baat-baat par zubaan sambhalni hoti hai. Bade-buzurgon se izzat se baat, aur..." she paused for half a second, then added, "Pati jo kahe, usse bhi tameez aur adab se sunna hota." Janvi's hands stilled again. "Har baat?" "Har baat," her mother replied quietly. The silence stretched, broken only by the hiss of a roti puffing up. Janvi looked down at the dough stuck to her fingers, then muttered, half-joking, half-serious, "Maa, yeh sasural hai ya gulaami?" Her mother let out a soft, knowing laugh. "Dono samajh le," she said. She handed Janvi a finished roti. "Isliye kehti hoon-yahan seekh le. Baad mein wahan koi sikhata nahi, bas umeed karta hai..aur umeedo pe nahi khade utarne pe sirf taane."

This is the story of Layla who is 16, she is forced to marry Akhil who is also 16 due to some unexpected circumstances __________________________________ Note: this book does not promote child marriage. It is a work of fiction __________________________________ "You are such an asswipe"I said giving him one of my best glares. "Don't you dare swear at me again" he said turning his back towards me. He did not just say that "Oh yeah sure I will fucking listen to you when cows start flying" within seconds he turned around grabbed my waist and pinned me to the wall "You will listen to me because I'm your husband and the next time you swear there will be consequences" he said looking down at my eyes. I just looked at him wide eyed. It was like all the words we're stuck in my throat. He slowly moved back and that's when I retorted back "Pfft! How can I forget that and I still believe that we are not legally married since we are only 16"as soon as I said that he pinned me to the wall once again but this time he held both of my hands on top of my head and with the other one he grabbed my waist. I opened my mouth to complain but he smashed his lips on to mine. The was rough, it was like he was showing his dominance. He squeezed my waist as if telling me to kiss him back and I did, don't ask me why I did it.. We pulled away gasping for air when he spoke "I told you there would be consequences" with that said he smirked at me and walked away leaving me dumbfounded...

"I am his mother. Doesn't matter if I'm not biologically related or not, I raised, and I loved him as my own." ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ Kaia believed herself to be a good mother from a young age. It was a lovely thing for her judgement to be correct. But as she got older, she feels that she could've done more with her relationship with Anastacius. Yet, she despised the boys biological mother, and she had returned the feelings. So she couldn't have a better relationship with him. However, he still loved her for her efforts in trying to make a relationship between them. **Shitty description.**

A young woman escapes her abusive family and their misogyny, but remains in constant fear of the man they almost forced her to marry. Is he an actual threat or is Amira overreacting due to the trauma she has experienced? What lengths will Amira and her would-be protectors go to in order for her to feel safe? This short story is based on one of my favorite folktales, "The Queen & the Murderer." If the plot seems a bit implausible at times, please keep its origin in mind.

| Für meine Mutter, Ç. | "I was never a mischievous person, even when they burned my soul." Afet Öztoprak, geboren 1947, in den erbarmungslosen Bergen Antakyas, war nichts außer ein einfaches Mädchen mit großen Träumen. Von Hand zu Hand gereicht, weil keiner auf sie aufpassen wollte, wächst Afet alleine in dem kleinen Dorf auf, in dem sie bereits seit ihrem ersten Atemzug als die Tochter einer "benutzten Frau" gekannt wird. Niemand kennt Afet. Zumindestens persönlich. Die Leute wissen, wie sie aussieht, aber niemand kennt sie. Afet, die auf streue Tiere aufpasst, Afet, die mit zehn Jahren vor potentiellen Ehepartnern flieht, Afet, die nachts Lieder singt und sie dem Mond schenkt, Afet, dessen Seele im Regen der Freiheit tanzt. Nur Aziz.

(I wrote this when I was 11 💀) Join Kristabelle as she prepares to get married, but here's the catch, she's 12, and Horace is 37! Just a short story about how I feel about child marriages.

Giselle is a fifteen year old girl. She has lived her life understanding that when she comes of a particular age she will be married off to a wealthy man. On Giselle's fifteenth birthday she began to realize that this marriage was just around the corner. She was to be married off to a cruel, wealthy man. The day of her wedding she sees that the marriage she knew was a fairy tale that she must leave behind. Giselle's only savior from this wretched man, is a man who has had his heart set on her for ten years. This man will go to whatever lengths it takes to pay Giselle's price. This story is fictional. I would like to stress that it is not based on a true story or has any purposeful resemblance to any real occurrences. The topic of a child bride is something very serious, but I do not have a lot of knowledge on it so I would like to make it clear that this story is not to be taken as accurate or correct. The information from this story is completely made up and any accuracy is 100% accidental. I am not trying to offend anyone by writing a story about this. I have recently been reading a book about this and it sparked some thoughts. I am not trying to be rude to anyone who has anymore knowledge about this sort of topic because I will admit I don't have a lot about it. There are some topics that may be seen as concerning to some. If it is a topic you feel uncomfortable with, then please stop reading. I will give advanced warnings when anything unusual may happen in detail prior to the posted chapter. The cover for this story was made by @DannyFlinn.

'I like you, but I love him.' 'I know. I see it in your eyes. Guess this is fate. I stole you from him then, he steals you from me now.' 'Thank you. For understanding.' He gave her a wistful look and left as silently as he had appeared in the night.

Long ago the god of death resided alone on top his mountain. From his domain he saw the seven moons dancing. He admired the moons for their beauty and fell in love with them. This story is based on the philippine myth of Bulan the moon god and Sidapa the death god. 🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙 Credits •••••••••• Source: https://www.aswangproject.com/the-moon-god-libulan-bulan-patron-deity-of-homosexuals/ Cover Art/Art : ‪@porkironandwine ‬ Source : http://ricemedia.co/culture-life-philippines-patron-god-of-homosexuality/ 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

A story of Choti Bondita and Badi Anirudh❤️ Cover credits: @thetangledwords This story is set in India's pre independent era that follows the lives of two best friends Bondita and Anirudh. Like every rose has its thorns, this heart warming story has its own heart-wrenching twists and turns of fate. How destiny is going to bring these two extreme closer? Just Dive into the story to know more❤️

Amphitrite is a child bride to an evil tyrant of the sea. Her father has disappeared, and she's fallen in love with a childhood friend. Her world is falling to pieces. This is her story.

This is a story of a girl who was physically, emotionally and sexually abused much of her life. Raised in utter poverty in America. Forced to be a child bride and mother. Separated from her family. Her struggle to educate herself, stay positive, sane, stay alive and try to achieve a better life for herself and her children.

When we hear,see some stories about child marriage, what do we learn and imagine? Sad scared little Arab, African and Asian girl pressured, even forced I to it with some old pervert by society, or two shy indian or Bangladeshi kids doing it for so-called family honour being unable to provide for themselves and take life in their own hands? Or some por children from cult like FLDS or others, sykh, Hindus, Muslims? Or some gypsies tribes with two luxuriously dressed kids and pompous. Although they are very poor in daily life? Or teenagers on love like Romeo and Juliet, or two asian kids arranged by parents who grow to adjust to each other and love? This was not the case with that girl. She made a choice to become a bride when she was a child herself to escape her prison from birth. Her cruel lifegiver who gave life also to...her rapist. This is her autobiography on Quora, this detailed source, thus lake of pains,joys, hopes,dreams, opinions, suggestions, experiences...And she wrote this answer to question:Children of abusive parents,when did you fight back?

Luna Hasan, was a 14 year old, daughter of a landlord was living a peaceful life until she turn 15. Marriage at the age of 15 was common for the people of Gerulinda. This town never respect women, woman were used as pleasuring toy or baby machine which Luna was tired. She didn't want to live this life but is forced to marry not 1 but 2 men, twins. Who were Powerful, merciless and cruel leader. but Luna is determined to break this system will she succeed? what about her marriage?..... First of all I don't support minor relationship, young x old couples until the gap is of 4-5 years. If you are comfortable then you can read it....

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.

"Run, Nambi, run!" my mother screams as my brothers, acting on my father's orders, chase after me. I run. Away from the only home I've ever known. Away from an arranged marriage to a 58-year-old man. Away from traditions that have already decided what my future should be. My mother has risked everything, including her own marriage, to give me a chance at an education. Now it's my turn to risk everything too. Even if it means stepping into a boat and crossing a lake filled with the stories and spirits I've feared my entire life. I am leaving my past behind. But one day, I will return. And when I do, I will no longer be the girl whose future is decided by proud men. I will be a completely different Nambi.

Bengal,1895-living a life of luxury and restraint, a little girl of 11, Chandra, gets married to an older man. She discovers her life, the growing pains and burdens. her dreams and her never stopping desire to leave and live life on her own terms. sad girl story core.

One forced marriage, two different worlds, and a whole lot of chaos! Watch as a ruthless mafia king tries to control his child bride, only to have her turn his world upside down with her sweetness, mischief, and the kind of trouble only she can cause. Karan and Tejasswi .

Set in early 20th century. The story follows Anirudh Roy Choudhury, who returns to India from London and encounters the tradition of sati. He intervenes by marrying a young girl named Bondita to save her, leading to a transformative journey of love and justice. This book contains One Shots of the ITV soap opera: Barrister Babu.