Murmured Stories

In the heart of an ancestral home steeped in ritual and expectation, Anjali Sharma stands at the crossroads of tradition and self-determination. Bound by familial duty yet yearning for freedom, she is forced into the age-old script of marriage and submission-one that generations of women before her have followed without question. But Anjali refuses to be another name lost in the silence. As she digs deeper into the hidden past of her mother, Priya, secrets unravel-stories of dreams buried, sacrifices made, and a love that was never meant to survive. Each revelation shakes the very foundation of Anjali's world, making her question everything she thought she knew about love, duty, and identity. With time running out and the weight of tradition threatening to consume her, Anjali must make a choice: conform to the life expected of her, or fight for the future she truly desires. But in a house built on secrets, rebellion comes at a cost. Will Anjali break the cycle, or will history repeat itself once more? ✨ A gripping tale of generational trauma, forbidden dreams, and the unyielding strength of a woman determined to rewrite her own fate. ✨ 📖 Read now on Wattpad!

Her mother trusted that the doll house has a terrible things. But Heyla and Layla didn't trust it. Who is right? Heyla or Her mother? Whats the doll house has terrible things, It is right? A/N: THIS STORY IS ONLY FICTION!! PLEASE DONT COPY/TRANSLATE THIS STORY THIS STORY 100% MY IDEA AND I WAS INSPIRATED BY THE SONG FROM MELANIE MARTINEZ.

BORN AND RAISED IN THE SLUMS, HAD A MENTAL ILL MOTHER AND A DRUNKARD FATHER, ARYA WAS TAKEN AND RAISED IN AN ORPHANAGE AND AGAINST ALL ODDS SHE LATER BECAME SUCCESSFUL IN LIFE.