histórias de Childbride

| 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.

A princess , looking every bit like a child in a Victorian painting .. yet her beauty carried the kind of sorrow that did not belong to children. Skin pale like a porcelain doll, cheeks flushed in a soft pink as if constant tears , and lips bitten red , as though she learned to swallow her words before she could speak . Eyes purely red, holding innocence and storm of a soul already too heavy for its small body . Hair spilled like gray silk down her back , threaded with ribbons and pearls . Dresses of silk and white on her body , every hem dripping with the weight of royalty on this failed creation . Princess Visha , beloved by name but forgotten by touch , a little girl wrapped in finery yet starved in affection . Looking more like a ghost rather than a soon to be queen . A child bride .

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.

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.

"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.**

'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/ 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

She is shy. He is bold. She is innocent. He is the opposite of innocent. Yoshita Sinha and Ojas Aggarwal though opposite, are the perfect examples for childhood best friends but what happens when their innocent lives are turned upside down just beacuse they decided to play together one evening. Childhoods crushed and dreams shattered or were they really? *DISCLAIMER* THIS BOOK AND THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANYONE LIVING OR DEAD IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL AND I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE BEFOREHAND IF ANY OF THE CONTENT OFFENDS ANYONE. *PLAGIARISM WILL STRICTLY NOT BE ENCOURAGED.*

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 .

(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.

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...

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....

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❤️

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.

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.

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.

A child bride taken away from her parents ....sold by them . She learns to navigate marriage to her teen husband. An Indian odessy , family love versus loving ones wife. Will he learn to love her like himself?

PATI BABU!!!!. Her loud voice,filled with terror and pain rings in his ears .He looks up , only to find himself in the middle of the ocean , surrounded by the debris of wrecked ship, debris of his broken dream. "BONDITA" He shouted aloud, carrying the desperation, pain and fear in his voice........... Anirudh Roy Chowdhury, a renowned barrister of Tulsipur, a small village of India in British era , was married to a 8 year old girl to save him from Sati Pratha. This Story based on Barrister Babu Post leap period. There is no divorce and Dushmani track.

An innocent princess : Dua A ruthless sultan : Salahuddin A fiesty princess : Swarna Bai A kind and warm hearted prince : Ratan Singh Marwar A child bride to a sultan,albeit his cousin but still living like a maid in his harem full of his woman . Dua Aman Ali Ibrahim Syeed was a happy child but lost her happiness with her parents death . Her mother left her while giving birth to her and she was raised as a treasure by her father till her fifth birthday but passed away in his sleep peacefully at night succeeding her birthday leaving her ,to reunite with her mother , all alone in the big bad world to survive which consumes her eventually and swallows her . -------------------------- "Woh aapke Ishq mein nahin hain . Jaane de unhe. Khuda ki Rehmat barsegi aap par.Do mahobaat bhare diloan ko juda naa karein . Zalzallaa aa jaayega . Qahar barsega humari sultanat par uska . Uske har aansu ka hisaab chukta karna hoga humari awaam ko !!" Kicking off her mercilessly , he gripped her hair in his fists and bending on his knees to bring himself to her face level he with a cruel smirk said to her " Khuda ke qahar ka to pata nahin magar tum par humara qahar zaroor barsega . Bahut zabaan chalne lagi hai tumhar i . Bataya tha naa tumhe ki apni haisiyat mat bhoolna . Chalo aaj tumhe hi nahin sabko dikhaate hain ki tumhari kya haisiyat hai humare harem mein ."