Firstwife Stories

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

For six long years, Aaria lived like a ghost in her own marriage. The first wife-dutiful, patient, quietly enduring-while her husband's gaze, his warmth, his pride, belonged wholly to the second. Perhaps it was because she had given him two daughters. Perhaps it was destiny, cruel and unyielding. Whatever the reason, Aaria learned to move like an unmarried woman in her own home: independent, invisible, surviving without the love that once burned so brightly. Then came the accident. Broken glass, screeching tires, and in the sterile hum of the hospital, something else cracked open: her husband's eyes finally turned toward her. For the first time in years, he saw her-not the shadow, not the background figure, but the woman he once vowed never to neglect. Yet the woman he remembered-the soft-spoken, tender bride-no longer exists. In her place stands someone colder, sharpened by silence, armored by betrayal. Now he wants her love, her attention, her forgiveness. But can Aaria return to the cage she once escaped, even if gilded with belated affection? Or will she discover that true love-real, nourishing, intoxicating-lies beyond the boundaries of the life she sacrificed so much for? This is a story of resurrection after heartbreak, of a woman reclaiming her voice, her dignity, and her right to choose: return to a love that once failed her... or step boldly into the arms of something new.

They say love finds a way. But sometimes, love finds silence. And in that silence, hearts break-quietly, without sound, without witness.

Cloudless days are thought to be the best. Saranyu wonders if Surya feels the same way.

Promised and married off at a young age, Rahima faces a lot of challenges that come with being the first wife of a man twice her age. From children to sister wives and her demanding career, the trails become more overwhelming, especially keeping a secret her husband has from her family and the world.

In ancient times, a king's second marriage was seldom born of desire-it was shaped by duty, prophecy, or the hunger for heirs. The first queen was beloved, virtuous, and complete in her devotion; the kingdom knew her as grace itself. The second queen arrived not as a rival, but as a necessity, crowned by command rather than choice. She did not wish to take another woman's place. Yet her presence fractured what had once been whole. Each smile she received felt like theft, each honor like betrayal. To the first queen, whose love had been singular and pure, the second became the living proof that love could be divided. Thus, though the second queen bore no malice, history dressed her as one. In a tale where both women were good, only one was allowed to remain so-and the other became the villain simply by surviving.

Being a second wife is rather like learning to perfect a set of aerial maneuvers. There are seriously complicated stunts involved: trapezing around the first wife, learning when to appear and disappear at exactly the right moments, tolerating your mother in law, enduring the concubines, and getting the husband in your bed. No one expects to be a second wife. No one does.

"You're the reason I lost her and now I'll make sure that you I'll be the reason of your death " it's always love between two individuals in any sort of book but ever heard of hate between two individuals to the point where they see nothing but hate some fake allegations and misunderstandings ruined them, He never listened to her side of story and she never uttered it completely, he was too impatient for the revenge and she was almost dead to even feel anything anymore after all the suffering they were sinking in the ocean deeply between all the lies. can she save herself from all the things ? was it just hate from his side? will he realize his actual feelings for her ? or it's going to be late and some other guy will separate them forever? he thought he was the best player of this game but never realized the other players were not some noob ones happy reading ahead~ ( book can be traumatizing for many readers so be ready)

Hello ppl...... I am glad to be back.... This time to witness their story..... Will they move forward in love Or out of love? Plz do support the book.... P. S This is the second season of my previous " Queen of the hearts".... Happy reading!! ❤

This is a random draft. This is a recreation of my friend's dream so I decided to write a story about it. (I wrote the story once so I wanted to rewrite it properly this time. Keep in mind I'm not a pro on writing the fantasy genre because I only read it often 😭 I also wrote this in 2021 but I changed/edited some parts) Summary: Aisha was a fifty-three year old living a solitude life with her black cat, Jimmy. That was until her old friend from school, Hazel invited her to dinner & she unexpectedly died. When Aisha woke up, she was reincarnated into a body of a princess & soon she found out that she was getting married to Prince Claude, a beautiful man. Aisha hadn't expect her life to turn upside down once she entered his castle.

what happens when your biological father marry you off to the crown prince of Saudi Arabia who is inlove with another . Here goes Anisa Hana Osman , a lady who seeks solace behind the four walls of her room by praying to Allah , a lady who values peace over riot and content over clout and Ameer Zain Malik the crown prince of Saudi Arabia who has fallen heads over heels for Aadilah Iqbal, the daughter of his father's advisor

Saanvi grows up in a house where no one values her. She learns to stay quiet, obedient, invisible. At 18, her only dream of happiness is marriage - she believes a husband might give her the love her family never did. __________________________________________ Aarav, 30, is a widower. His heart belongs to his first wife, Radha, whose memory he worships like a deity. He agrees to remarry only because his family forces him. He enters the marriage with a closed heart. ___________________________________________ Saanvi enters the marriage full of hope. Aarav enters the same marriage full of silence. Their wedding night is cold. He sleeps on one side of the room, barely acknowledging her. She spends the night crying quietly, realising marriage isn't the dream she imagined. ___________________________________________ Saanvi tries - talking, smiling, making little efforts. Aarav tries - to stay distant, to remain loyal to a memory. Their attempts never meet. Saanvi realises she is married to a man whose love died before she arrived. __________________________________________ She moves to Pushkar. Starts working at a small school. Becomes "Saanvi Teacher". For the first time, she belongs somewhere. Children give her the love she never received. But some nights, she still sits by the lake, wondering what she did wrong. She did nothing wrong. ___________________________________________ Years later, in a Pushkar market, they meet by accident. No blame. No tears. No promises. Just two people who once broke each other, finally meeting with peace instead of pain. Aarav realises he still feels something. Saanvi realises she no longer hurts. And they walk away... ___________________________________________ Saanvi lights a diya near her room in Pushkar. "Thank you... for letting me grow." Aarav sits alone in Jaipur. "Be happy, Saanvi. Wherever you are."

The legendary beauty Xu Nian Zhen, the daughter of the first wife to the Minister of Works. She had been dubbed a mystical beauty, face so majestic as if carved from jade. She had all the bearings of a virtuous young miss and was even rumored to posses the star of the Phoenix! She had her life carefully laid out on a road of flower petals- That is, until someone else inhabited her body. The real Nian Zhen had gone to Yama and had been replaced by a woman from the modern world bearing the same name. Upon transmigration, this Zhen-er realized just how despicable this young miss really was! Riddled with the crimes done by the previous Nian Zhen, this Da xiaojie must now find the means to seek redemption in a world riddled with violence and deceit. A distrustful elder brother? An exiled younger sister? Not to mention a prince who hated her guts?! Reincarnation is given to those who deserve justice- not the other way around!

This story begins with a rich boy named Dr ruhaan who lives with his family in paris.... the boy went india for some reason,, and he meets a girl named Neha..... and she is a lecturer.... unfortunately he fall in love with neha... who was the sister of his first wife... will their love be complete...

"Who knew your womb got you so far."

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The story of a woman who sacrifice her love for the sake of not born child. The story how her family partes away from her

Chandra Rajput and Ishika Yadhuwanshi were best friends as children in a historic royal school. Neither knew the other's family background; they only shared a deep friendship and trust. They parted ways thirteen years ago at the end of school, with a promise to remember each other. Two years ago, Chandra unknowingly killed Ishika's father in the war between Udaipur and Jodhpur. Ishika blames the "Yuvraj of Udaipur" for her father's death, not knowing it was her childhood friend. Chandra is married to Queen Ishani Rathod for political reasons and inheritance of the crown. Ishani is selfish, ambitious, and cares only for the position, not love. Chandra still loves Ishika in his heart. Ishika, now 24, enters Udaipur palace disguised as a dasi. Her goal is to avenge her father's death, unaware of Chandra's identity as the killer. What will happen now ? The story is driven by secrets, hidden identities, and unspoken love.