Littlebride Stories

A young girl who hasn't finished her college yet was sitting in Mandap, beside a mid-aged person waiting for the rituals to complete. She was surrounded by her overenthusiastic mom, uninterested dad on a wheelchair who had no idea what was happening around him and also cursing aunts and cousins. Priest declares, "Now you are husband and wife for seven births" Girl looks around her with nervousness for her new life, should she be scared as her cousins were telling her or should she trust her mom's decision in this. Only, time will tell if she had taken a good decision.

Zehra is a 13-year old promising girl who is very successful at her school. However, her life turns upside down when she is forced to get married to a young guy from a rich family. Zehra wants to continue her education and does not want to leave her little sister and her parents. However, her father uses the excuse of traditions and beats her daughter to death. Zehra has nothing to do but to get married to the guy whom she has never seen before. After marriage, Zehra starts to live with her new family in the big mansion. She lives with her husband, mother-in-law, aunt-in-law, brother-in-law, and their children altogether in that big mansion. Since Zehra is a young bride in that family, she suffers from the emotional pain. Zehra does not want to continue this pain anymore. For this reason, she decides to leave everything behind. With the help of her school teacher Melek Zehra tries to run away from her faith.

"Miss Davis, stay here. I want to discuss your grades," he said, looking into my glaring eyes. "Sorry, my friend James is waiting for me. I need to go," I said, looking straight into his eyes with a sweet smile on my face, stressing more on the word "friend," and I saw how his jaw clenched. Miss. Hans smiled as I said that to him. I could see she wanted to spend time with him, and it increased my jealousy even more. Without sparing him a glance, I walked out of his office in fast steps as I felt his heated gaze on me. I started running once I was out of the class, with tears threatening to fall from my eyes. Before I could reach the exit, my hand was grabbed and I was pushed against the wall of an empty corridor, making me gasp in fear. "Let me go; someone will see us," I said as he pressed his hard body against mine. I tried to push him with my hands, but he pinned them on either side of my head with a firm grip on my wrist. "I don't care," he said, pressing his body closer to mine, making my protesting movements stop with a gasp as he buried his face in my neck possessively. "Leave me and go spend your time with Miss. Hans," I said in anger and pure jealousy while looking into his amber eyes as he moved his face to look at me. He smirked while listening to my words. He knows I'm burning from the inside. "You will go nowhere with that James," he said, burning in anger, ignoring my words, making me look at him with a scowl. "Professor, leave me. It's inappropriate of you to ask me not to see my friend. You have no right on me," I said in the same mocking voice, and his jaw clenched even more. "The professor doesn't, but I have every fucking right to you as your husband, my little bride," he said with a smirk on his face. Yes, you heard it right. I'm married to my maths professor.