histórias de Childmarriage

She was saved because he gave his name even before her name was decided. She was 3 hour baby and he was a 3 year old child when his father decided their future for the sake of her life. Join on the journey of Ambika and Shuryaveer to know more A story set in 1990s . It has emotions, drama todi comedy and a pure love story which will definitely rule on your hearts

Aditya and Siya both stood in front of each other, unable to look at other,unspoken words scattered between. Her foot was shivering in terror. Can't understand what has happened with them. "Why are you saying this? I am married to you" Siya tongue shivering badly as the words escaped from her mouth,the first time she spoke to him, her gaze lowered on her red lehenga. "No. You are nothing to me, do you understand that?. I only obeyed my dear uncle's wish.You are still unknown to me and you will rest of your life" Aditya's eyes filled with tears , he was seeing his future scattered in front of his eyes. His emotions, his feelings, everything just escaped from his hands like sand. Siya gaze fixed over the ground, tears escaped from her eyes, but all she knew about this marriage was only to save her and her brother, not for relation. There is no love,no care even if they don't know their names. ✨🦋"What kind of marriage is this??" 🦋✨.......... Jump into the book and explore the whole book. Siya 🌷◕෴ ♡♡ Aditya 🌷◕෴ ♡⁠♡ ♡⁠♡ ♡⁠♡ 📒📒📒📒✯✯........ Don't judge the book in fewer chapters..... Perhaps you will enjoy the book once you read it more than the 10- 15 chapter .................｡⁠◕◕⁠｡｡⁠◕◕⁠｡｡⁠◕◕⁠｡

Today I start a new journey of my life. College!!! I was as thrilled as any fresher could be, however, my excitement turned into a shock of a lifetime as the new hotshot Professor that had all the girls swooning over him, actually turned out to be My Husband who I hadn't even heard from in the last 10 years!!! And it also turns out ...he doesn't like me much and would do anything to justify his loathing for me. But there's someone who wouldn't wanna see me cry. ### Mehar Qadri, a simple, naive, 19 years old who grew up with social anxiety was married to Azlaan Khan at the age of 9. A middle class girl with not many people to appreciate her. Azlaan Khan, a rich brat was 14 when he was made to marry this cute and silly daughter of his father's dear friend. She's messed up. He's Mr perfect. She has issues. He hates if things don't go his ways. She loves him. He loathes her to the point of breaking her. Finally coming back from London and coming face to face as teacher and student, what twist and turns will thier story take? Now throw in a handsome classmate Imraan Malik who'll do anything to make her frown upside down. Dive in to read this love triangle. Trigger warning ⚠️ Depression, anxiety, suicide attempt, abuse and even bullying.

@Sidneet_love_line was my previous account which was disabled so writing whole story again

1860, India Gauri was expected to be quiet, obedient, and invisible. But beneath her composed exterior burned a fire that no tradition could contain. Married into an orthodox household, she learns to hide every thought behind a lowered gaze-until Ashutosh, the man shaped by the same customs, begins to notice the silence in her eyes. When their hands brush across a lamp's glow, something unspoken passes between them-too brief to name, too dangerous to repeat. Yet in that single heartbeat, the walls of the house seem to breathe. As shadows of duty tighten, and every glance carries the weight of consequence, Gauri's courage begins to awaken the man who once believed obedience was virtue. What begins as a flicker of understanding becomes a quiet storm neither can contain. Step into 1860, where honour and desire walk the same narrow path, and where one woman dares to let the light beneath her veil burn bright enough to be seen. ...... "Kya kaha tumne?" ("What did you just say?") His tone carried anger - but his eyes searched hers for something more. Gauri didn't flinch. There was something in her gaze tonight... courage, perhaps, or a trace of mischief that refused to bow. She drew a slow breath, the corner of her lips trembling. "Maine kaha, Ashut-" The name broke midway, swallowed by the silence between them. ---

A imaginary stoy

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.

"I don't want to get married at this age!!!" "But you have to!!!" Sᴛᴏʀʏ Wʀɪᴛᴇʀ : KᴏᴏKᴏᴏPʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs Cᴏᴠᴇʀ Mᴀᴅᴇ Bʏ : KᴏᴏKᴏᴏPʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs

she was a scattered palette filled with every colour and he was the calm painter who envisioned the whole world through her on his canvas. A tale set in the late 1800s, India when feminism was a taboo while patriarchy and misogyny was a norm. Labanya, an eight year old girl who was a little too curious for her age and gender was tied to Rudrajit, an eleven year old boy who was a bit too composed and soft for his age and gender by the sacred bond of marriage. What would this marriage bring about in the lives of these young souls who were yet to discover their own selves? N.B - This story revolves not only around the romance between the two main character but also focuses on the important aspects and lessons that one could learn from this story by living through the characters and their mindsets while also getting to know about the very different environment of those time. I do not intend to impersonate or resemble any real personalities through my story as it's purely my imagination. Mention of real places and a few historic personalities are there just to add depth to the story and make it realistic.

' This is not fair why I have to marry her dadi' ask Sanskar in irritation. ' chora(boy) you already married to her now you have to take her responsibility' Sumarti Devi reply in strict tone . ' I don't believe in this bull##it she isn't my responsibility besides how can she adjust with me ? I leave in city dreaming to go abroad & she is just a village girl' he argue . 'I can handle things in city or wherever you live just give our marriage a chance' Ragini say standing at the door frame of his room . He look at her not believing why she change her decision suddenly! A modern city boy and a village girl stuck in the knot of holy matrimony . How their story be ?? PS:- it's a ragsan story not related to show's plot . I try to make it a short one hope you like it & if you do then vote ✌🏻

this is a taekook ff.its not my original work .and every ounce of praise should be given to the rightful owner.she is the best writer of taekook fanfics.i wanted to write her story on wattpad from a longtime. please like her work and her work is so amazing you will get to know that bye reading it. iam so excited to write it. this may contain child marriage,domestic and mental abuse but this work is worth reading. thank you.

Calcutta 1969, a period of revolution and poetry. Charulata Dutta dreams to be a scholar, even if it implies going against her conservative family. Despite being the first graduate in the history of Dutta women, she soon finds herself trapped in a web of loneliness and desolation. In her perfect world of Victorian literature and Elizabethan plays, her less than perfect family poses a constant threat to her freedom. Until she receives an envelope full of jasmine flowers. As time flies, she bares her emotions completely to her anonymous friend, whom she writes anonymous letters. While her family prepares for her marriage, she finds herself deep in love with this anonymous correspondent. Nilotpol Shome has a myriad variety of mismatched degrees and interests. Despite being a soon to graduate medical student, his quill never hesitates to voice his radical ideas. When an unexpected turn of events coerces him to seek help from a loner english major, he could never speculate that she would be the woman who could tame his wild heart. However, she is in love with another, presumably her fiancé. In the congested Calcutta streets, they both strive to prevent their heart from shattering into splinters. As Calcutta journeys through post-independence struggle and budding Communism, the City of Joy stands witness to a tale of unexpected friendships, love and loss that blooms in it's streets. After all, youth turns everyone into a rebel and a poet.

An old women sits in the patio of her house, surrounded by grieving women. Her husband is dead. She should be sad, heartbroken. She should be crying with grief. She isn't.

Closure to the Last Episode of Barrsiter Babu epi 408. Continuing the Epi from my point of view....

The story describes how incidents inspire us and how the inspiration transform us . Is this transformation good????😋