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🌸 Introduction 1981. A time when a woman's silence was mistaken for obedience. And marriage was not always love but duty. Saanchi was married into a house where expectations spoke louder than affection. She was soft-spoken, gentle... and trying to survive in a world that had already decided who she should be. But Ravindra - her quiet, stoic husband - was nothing like the man she feared he'd be. He didn't speak much. But when he did... his words shattered walls. This is not a fairytale. This is a story of slow-burning trust, stolen glances, and a man who chose to stand with his wife, not above her. In an era where women were expected to adjust - he chose to understand. And that made all the difference.

She thought she was marrying the charming heir of Rathore Haveli... until betrayal shattered everything. One word from his elder brother changed her fate forever. Now, as Thakurain to the most feared Rathore, she must survive a marriage built on power, secrets, and dangerous sparks. "I was meant to be his bride... but I became his brother's Possession." . . . . . . . Guys please vote and comment it doesn't ask money I swear 🙏🥺🥺🥺

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 Aaravi Singh has always lived far from the world she belongs to-raised by her maternal grandparents in India, unaware that she has a family waiting for her across the sea. Her father and brothers have no idea she exists. When her twin unexpectedly arrives in India, everything changes. Aaravi is thrust into a legacy she never knew, a family kept secret for fifteen years, and a truth that will redefine who she is. In a world of shadows and secrets, will she find where she truly belongs?

Life is like a rollercoaster, it has its ups and downs, but it's your choice whether to scream or enjoy the ride... When life's rollercoaster throws you off track, do you scream, or do you hold on tight? For Ira and Rudraksh, the journey is far from smooth: one suffocating under the weight of failure, the other nursing a heart shattered into pieces. Two strangers caught in life's ugliest turns, where every step forward is a fight against invisible battles. This is not a story of being saved by each other, but of learning to live despite the wreckage, of finding the courage to stand when the ground never stops shaking. But if their paths converge-bringing their emotions and differences-will they find solace in each other, or will those very differences pull them apart? ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ GENRES: General Fiction · Literary Fiction · Contemporary · New Adult ⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is a work of imagination, entirely original and fictional. Any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental. Please do not plagiarize, copy, or translate it without the author's (Jambudweep's) written permission. ⚠️ Ownership: All characters, plot, dialogues, poetry, and storyline belong to me, the author. I do not own any images or songs used; they belong to their respective owners. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains emotionally heavy and socially sensitive themes. I experience alexithymia, which means I may not always recognize or describe emotions in the usual way. Because of this, I cannot guarantee advance warnings for every scene. Please read at your own discretion and take care of your wellbeing. Thank you for checking out my work!

As Chloe struggles to understand her new reality, unknown forces begin to stir in the shadows, and an ancient power awakens, bringing with it secrets that could change everything. Yet, in the midst of this looming storm, she turns the key to a small café on the corner-its warm lights spilling into the night. Meanwhile, her friends begin uncovering mysteries of their own, each discovery pulling them deeper into a world far stranger than they imagined also dealing with other strange things. Together, they must navigate the unknown, even as the lines between truth, myth, and destiny begin to blur. ∙∙·▫▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼ ℙ.𝕊. ᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫▫·∙∙ ᵀʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴬᶻᵗᵉᶜ ᶜᵘˡᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃʳᵏˢ ᵐʸ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗ ᵃᵗ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ. ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃᵗⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵉʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ. I'll do my best to make this story stand out from others. It will include Spanish, a few Nahuatl expressions, and some French, each with translations provided for your convenience. 🔥Contains elements of fear and some violence. ᴺᵉʷ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ. ᴺᵉʷ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉᵈ. ᴼᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵘⁿᶠᵒˡᵈ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔, but I am intrigued writing about Paris. From here on, the remaining chapters will unfold entirely through dialogues.

All roads lead to you... even those I took to forget you.

Okiemute used to be the girl with sunshine in her laughter and kindness in her heart-until the love of her life shattered her. When he left her for another woman, something inside her froze. She became distant, guarded, and done with love entirely. Determined to rebuild herself, she packed her bags, disappeared from her old life, and moved to a city where no one knew her name. In that new world, she rose from her pain and became a fierce, successful businesswoman-the kind no one could mess with. Two years later, a sudden family emergency dragged her back home. She wasn't prepared for what-or who-would be waiting for her. "Okiemute, this is Ovie... Gabriel Akweyvun and Ejiro Mary Ogba's son," her mother announced. Shock didn't even cover it. Ovie was no longer the mischievous 14-year-old boy who used to follow everyone around. He had become a man-a dangerously handsome one. Powerful. Respected. Untouchable. And somehow... also her new boss. His bluish-green eyes locked on hers with a heat she felt all the way down her spine. There was longing in them. Lust. Hunger. A silent promise that he'd been waiting for this moment just as long as she had. Leaning casually against the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, tie loosened, top buttons undone. And the look in his eyes? Possessive. Hungry. Tender. Like he had been holding himself together all day and she was the final release. He pulled her close, lifting her slightly onto her toes as if she weighed nothing. Her fingers slid into his hair, feeling the softness, feeling the warmth of his scalp, feeling the way he leaned deeper into her touch like he'd been starving for it. Without breaking the kiss, he guided her backward toward the bedroom-one slow step at a time-giving her space to draw back if she wanted to. She didn't. She wanted him. She had wanted him all day. Her entire body was aching from wanting. And that night... They finally let desire speak freely.

Two strangers. One marriage. And a love story that grows the way mangoes do-slowly, quietly, sweetly. When Dharani is married off to a shy farmer in a remote Maithil village, she expects duty. She does not expect tenderness. Or the drought threatening the land. Or the silent boy who becomes her husband. Under the shade of an old mango tree, Dharani and Madhav learn the meaning of partnership- not in grand gestures, but in everyday kindness, whispered fears, and standing together when the world turns dry. A gentle, slow-burn romance set in 1990s Bihar- about love that grows not with fire, but with patience.

Not all knights have shinning armors.

LAAL ISHQ- In moonlit gardens of Chandramahal, childhood sweethearts Princess Yasmin and Prince Rafiq Sulaiman share stolen glances that promise eternity-until one night of betrayal shatters everything. Fathers turn blades on brothers, empires bleed crimson, and their clasped hands tear apart in blood-soaked chaos. Years later, Yasmin wakes nameless in Chandragiri's wild heart, jungle her only family, memories erased by tragedy's cruel hand. Rafiq ascends as heartless Sultan, ruling with iron silence, haunted by a love he believes lost forever. Fate weaves scarlet threads tight: when Yasmin saves the Sultan's mother, their worlds collide. Strangers with pulling hearts, locked eyes that remember what minds forgot. But ghosts of the past-secrets, medicines that steal memories, dying wishes for marriage-threaten to unravel them before truth dawns. Will forgotten flames reignite across time? Or will crimson love burn to ash once more? Dive into Laal Ishq-a breathtaking saga of destiny's rebellion, where love doesn't die... it returns. In crimson veils of twilight's sigh, Where palace whispers guard the night, Two souls once danced 'neath moonlit sky- Princess Yasmin, Prince Rafiq's light. Sweethearts forged in childhood's bloom, Their laughter wove through jasmine bowers, Till fate's cruel shadow sealed their doom: One accident, devouring hours. Yasmin's name dissolved in mist, Her identity a fleeting dream, While Rafiq's heart, once warm, turned fist- A hollow king in sorrow's stream. Yet embers glow where memories fade, Love's scarlet thread defies the grave; Destiny stirs from silence's shade, To mend what tragedy once clave. Enter "Laal Ishq", where forgotten flames Reignite in echoes soft and true- Hearts that waited, whispering names, In timeless verse, their passion renew.

The Grand duchy of Greater Polaria and north Laura, or simply known as The Second Kingdom of Polaris. Has been on a semi stagnant but slow rise back to stability following their Ultimate stalemate/defeat at the end of the last major war, when the old fascist government decided to completely decimate the entire planet as a last ditch attempt to inflict major casualties to the enemies. The attack coincided with a coup against the old government, re-instaling the monarchy and put their country under isolation to prevent anymore enemy invasion or wars. 20 years later and their nation still under isolation, only managed to advance from technology stolen from their neighbours that had declared independence from their country following the war and isolation. But one day, a storm was detected from the western ocean. while everyone was bracing for another usual semi-apocalyptic storm, this one is different. This storm will change the course of their nation forever, bringing a chance of redemption and resurrection under a new page in their history. Summoning Japan is owned by Minorou

Moagi never meant to get tangled in someone else's universe. She was just the girl with the headphones, the one who treated music like a lifeline and spent her days pretending she wasn't quietly rebuilding herself. Then she walked into a quaint little Boba shop one night and accidentally bumped into a boy who seemed too bright for the room. What started as casual teasing and eventually shared playlists turned into something neither of them saw coming. As TXT geared up for tour, Moagi gets swept into their orbit - not as some glossy fantasy, but as the quiet constant in Yeonjun's cutthroat life. And somewhere between late-night Boba runs, half-finished takeout, and the kind of laughter that unclenched old wounds, they both realized a truth: They never looked for each other. But the music inevitably stitched their paths together. By the time they realised, they had to figure out what to do with everything they were starting to feel. Before life, fame, and the world outside that Boba shop tried to rewrite their ending.

[GizmoHaoyu-Life Journey]+("Colored Tales"):[Historical Fantasy Fiction] [Written By: DTaleD] [Editing: .....] [Updating: .....] [Chapters: .....] [Summary] ___________________________________________ Dai Shinto (Gizmo) is a renowned yet controversial Divine Doctor, known for his unmatched medical expertise and influential reputation. His knowledge and presence make him nearly untouchable in his field, as he's saved countless lives. Having endured a traumatic past, Dai Shinto's experiences, combined with his exceptional skills, shape his approach to medicine and relationships. He once married Shen Jing, a Rényāo (She-male) he acquired as a slave to avoid political entanglements. They are a happy family that Dai Shinto built for himself, and he has no interest in embarking on another journey. Colored Tales Story with more storylines unfolding soon, as the lives of those around the Main Protagonist become intertwined with Shen Rin, who Dai Shinto had influenced in his childhood. As Shen Rin is taking the story but won't take the spotlight too much, he will experience the world-both good and bad-from simple to grand, forging friendships and enemies, and exploring other characters. The Continent is a massive place to explore... or maybe another world? As Shen Rin goes on a journey of his own, he uncovers new things. As the Journey Continues..... with Shen Rin. ___________________________________________ [Character]:[Gizmo/Dai Shinto]-[Xingyun Haoyu/Shen Jing]-[Shen Rin]-[Etc] [Household]:[Dai Household]-[] [Fictional Story]-(This Photos Do Not Belong To Me) "Not Made In China"

Akshay Arora: > "I was half-dead on the road-unseen, forgotten, nothing but a body breathing its last. No one knew. No one cared. But she came. She came to me like life itself, kneeling beside the wreck I'd become, her voice trembling as she whispered, 'Yaar, neevu...' That sound-just that single breath of her voice-cuts through the chaos, through the pain, through death itself. At that moment, I wasn't saved. I was claimed. It wasn't the mercy she gave me; it was ownership. Her voice crawled beneath my skin, wrapped around my soul, and marked me as hers. From that day, I stopped existing for myself. My heartbeat, my breath, every drop of blood-belonged to her. That day was the beginning of my obsession. One word from her lips, and I was bound. She didn't just save me. She possessed me...

လူတွေရဲ့ အတောမသတ်နိုင်တဲ့ လောဘနဲ့ နဂါးတို့ရဲ့ အာဃာတရန်ငြိုးတွေကြား မတူညီတဲ့မျိုးနွယ်စုနှစ်ခုက မတူညီတဲ့ နှလုံးသားနှစ်ခု ချည်နှောင်မိတဲ့အခါ.....

Claudine Von Brandt,a woman of class and elegance was trampled upon by her fiancé Matthias Von Herhardt for the woman he "loves" Layla Llewellyn whom she overlooked due to the difference in status. Although her engagement with him was merely political,it left her somewhat in distress as she lost the very reason why she became the "perfect lady," in order fit the title the Duchess. After the separation,she was then arranged once again to marry a man across the sea,Nicolas Zimmerman Harrington,a business tycoon who is infamous for his womanizing antics back in his country. Will this end well for her again or will the history repeat itself?

The one principle I initially adhered to-and ultimately violated-was: I choose older one. He has never known obscurity. He is magnificent and terrifying. Now I am his lover and a liar. Once again, I find myself grappling with an inner turmoil that threatens to engulf my world. I never intended to become personally involved in the mission. I was never meant to belong to him. I was meant to walk away Now I am his liar and a lover.

The plot will revolve around siblings, love, friendship and parental relationships. How will web of emotions change equation between siblings will form crux of story. Story centers on two individuals yash and khushi who embarks their journey from school friends to lovers and finally becoming one soul. It will showcase their roller coaster journey of emotions, love passion, heartbreak, separation and intensity.

An arranged marriage that turns a revenge battle field to a field of love and obsession ❤️🔥🤌🏻 𝓐𝓿𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓪 × 𝓩𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲 𝓡𝓪𝓳𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨 Arranged marriage arranged by him Marriage of convenience Grumpy × sunshine Strong MML × Strong FML Royal background Revenge Ready to dive into the world of Avyansh and Zahavi?

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.