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1968..ᝰ "𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥." Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी An arranged marriage between a woman desperate to belong to herself and a man who belonged more to revolutions than to love. Born with privilege but disgusted by the society around him, As a criminal lawyer, he fought for widows, young girls, and women whose voices were buried. Marriage was never meant to be part of his life until a promise brought them together as husband and wife. He belonged to nobility, precise in words, calm in demeanor and observant. She belonged only to herself, spoke words of her shadow. Stepping into his grand haveli as his wife forced her to face harsh customs, lingering judgments, and a marriage filled with quiet tension, stolen glances, and feelings neither of them were ready to name. And when society tries to break her spirit, will he stand beside the world he swore to change or set her dreamson fire for his family ? Tropes • Soft gaze × tough exterior • Feminist ML × Feminist FL • Shawl × cotton saree • Very slow burn • Curious FL × calm ML • Mutual yearning • Quiet tension × forbidden softness • Secured Masculinity • "Let me cry on your lap and cover my face with your pallu

Shiv Pratap Thakur ki hone wali dulhan shaadi se pehle kisi aur ke saath bhaag jaati hai, toh baat sirf ek ladki ki nahi rehti - Daroga ki izzat daav par lag jaati hai. Gaon ki panchayat, parivaar aur samaj ek hi faisla karte hain: "Chhoti behan ko bitha do." Us din Gauri patni nahi banti - wo ek galti ka solution ban jaati hai. Shaadi ho jaati hai, par ghar mein suhaag nahi aata. Na pyaar, na sawaal, na haq. Shiv Pratap use apni patni maanta hai, par insaan nahi. Aur Gauri har din ek hi baat seekhti hai: Is ghar mein zinda rehna hai, jeena nahi. Gaon ke taunt, chup rehta pati, aur ek behan ka paap - sab uske naam likh diya jaata hai. Par jab sach dheere-dheere saamne aata hai, aur Shiv Pratap ko samajh aata hai ki jo ladki uski izzat bachane aayi thi, wo khud izzat ke bina zinda hai... Tab ye kahani sirf patni ki nahi rehti, ye kahani chuppi, zimmedari aur chune bina nibhaye gaye rishton ki ban jaati hai.

The Hindu fundamentalism is a misnomer, coined by the cunning and subscribed by the naïve, which had come in handy to the Semitic proselytizers to undermine the Indian nationalism. Why, it should be apparent to the discerning that while the Brahmanism is orthodox, the sanatana dharma, exemplified by swadharma, is amorphous, and in them lay the social diversity of the Hindu spiritual ethos.

Isn't it is difficult to forget the past and move on as if it never happened, those sufferings, those pains, those days we soaked our pulled with tears ,those cruel times where in you forcibly tend to think "when will it end? why all bad things happen to me? When will I get out of these times?" really immature right . Samaira, karan, Adhira, Diksha and Daksh are five troubled teenagers who wanted to lead their life in society without being judged and criticized. These five met each other at the most troubled time of their life. They seeked love and care like mouths attracted to fire , bit what they got were only cruelty and darkness of the society. They thought "only if life was kinder to us." But as usual life was not kind to them but it gave them each other to mend their hearts. They all broke down on different phases . Their heart was broken by thousands of people who were near their heart. They helped each other to make art with their broken pieces to make a new and better version of themselves. Let's start the journey with our characters. Read more to know how they fought against and achieved their dreams.

◦•●◉✿ 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ✿◉●•◦ 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨. 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙂𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥 𝙀𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨. Corridors pulse with charm, chaos, curiosity - and chimeras. She, born of elegance. He, built from fire. They meet like storms - equal, opposite, bound to collide. The twist? Their fates. One is anchored. The other... already drifting. Will they hold on - or scatter before they ever begin? And if they meet again... not as who they were, but as who they dared to become - Will they finally say what was once left unsaid?

A short story about a girl coming out of the closet and finding love...

The why's that we want to ask but almost we r said to be quiet. I desperately need a change what about you. Please comment and share

Hey there i'm Sehaj And i loves to question the way things work and this book is my way of questioning the reality we live in. From the education crisis to media manipulation, corruption to regular rape cases. KYA YEH HAI HMARA BHARAT? So in this book we'll discuss the bitter truths and the dark side of our country that no one wants to face. But this won't just be about problems-we'll also discuss solutions. Because change starts with awareness, but happens with action. Let's make this a conversation! Drop your thoughts in the comments. Have you ever felt that our system is failing us? Let's talk, debate, and find answers together. Our country needs change-why not start here?

🏆Winner of The Colours Awards - The Colours Community - August - New Adults Category 🏆 3 at DUA Awards under Chicklit Category. 🏆3 MariGold Awards 🏆 The Golden Gems Awards 🥉 The Writing Beauty Awards Random category Childhood love is perhaps one of the purest forms of love to ever exist. There is a certain kind of innocence to it with no room for pride or ego whatsoever. And yes, it is also the first time your heart learned to bat for someone. Guess even you must be remembering the first time you fell in love with a guy/girl at your school or next door. That is how innocent childhood love is. To acknowledge that phase, here's an adorable childhood love of Manya and Abhiyan. They will take you back to the time when you first fell in. A best friend is a person who is always by your side and never judgmental no matter what the situation. "Why should I apologize first?" becomes "Why don't I just apologize first?" A most pristine form of love without those impurities of selfishness and ego that take shape as we grow into adults.

Ibha has a thousand names. Zimmedaar. Strong. Sensible. Mature. But does she like any of them? She has never had the time to find out. Ibha has spent her childhood holding her family together with bare hands, and when they were done with her, when she had given them everything a daughter could give, they handed her to another family and called it marriage. And was told: Be useful. Be quiet. Be grateful. Riyasat is not one woman's story. It is the story of every eldest daughter who was handed a role before she was given a name, every Indian woman who was told that endurance is love, that sacrifice is duty, that a good woman does not leave. And what happens when she finally decides that she has held enough.

Everything has its own pros and cons You just need to find them

Raunak was never the boy people noticed. Not in class. Not on the playground. Not in conversations. He was just... there. Growing up in an Indian household, where marks define worth and silence is mistaken for obedience, Raunak learns early how to shrink himself into expectations. A mother he never got to know, a father who tries but fails to understand, and a world that constantly reminds him he is not enough. So he changes. Bit by bit. Year by year. Until one day, Raunak becomes everything society ever wanted him to be. Confident. Successful. Acceptable. But somewhere in that journey... he loses the only person who truly needed him - his younger self. This is not a story of success. This is a story of what it costs. scene:School PTM where father hears complaints. doesn't scold, but says: "Try harder beta... duniya easy nahi hai." but what will happen when he will realise "I didn't grow... I replaced myself."

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Colors were not meant for her. This was a decision taken for her by others. Living a color less life made her realise what colors really meant to her........... The preparation of her brother's wedding made her remember her special day and the incident that took place which changes here life forever.. Read to find it out..........

Insight to the troubles of being born a girl.

Short family story describes about patriarchy

It is for the Shudras to realize that in reality, the Bhagvad-Gita was the pristine work of their progenitors that in time got polluted by the others, and it is time for them to reclaim it albeit by ridding it of its obnoxious insertions as was done by the author in his Bhagvad-Gita: Treatise of Self-help sans 110 inane interpolations. In so far as the misconception about Gita's advocacy of violence is concerned, as and when the interpolative issue is settled, rid of their own biases against it, its detractors would be able to appreciate that it only exhorts man to take up cudgels for justness in its fight against unjustness regardless.

Have you ever heard about South India?? People from other countries always think that rest of India also looks like North India.. But let me tell you the things about South India.. Sometimes things about whole India too.. It's not a story. If you are interested in learning about India which is completely different from most of the world, this place will be helpful. I won't summarise how system works in India. I just rate my daily things from food to movies,etc..

We all wish to talk to someone but few of us actually find that someone in front of whom we can bare our soul. But each of us can have a diary which will listen to us patiently and not be judgemental. In this series I shall create different everyday scenarios about people from different walks of life. The premise is people writing about their experiences in a diary. At times it can be serious, at times romantic and at times down right crazy. But isn't life the same? Note : Some stories have been written by the way I see society and all accounts are fictional no matter how real they seem. Please let me know your views. I shall be eager to hear them. Lastly, Happy Reading folks!