Womensstories Stories

My mother has always been the one to inspire me, so I wrote this for the #EyesLipsFierce writing completion.

Raina Razdan is twenty-six, living in a middle-class Delhi home where love is shown in routine, not in words. Her father is a man of rules, her mother a woman of quiet survival-and the past is something their family never discusses. Until one winter evening, Raina opens an old trunk and finds a letter that was never meant to be read. A love letter. Not written by her father. Not kept for memories. Hidden like a crime. The letter speaks of Kashmir-of chinar leaves, a bridge, a promise, and a night that changed everything. But before Raina can get answers, her father forces her mother to burn it... right in front of her. Now all Raina has left is a name that isn't a name... just an initial. And a truth her mother spent decades burying. As Raina pulls at the threads of a love story that ended in silence, she begins to uncover what her family sacrificed to survive-and what her mother was forced to give up to become someone else's wife. Some stories don't end. They just get hidden beneath snow.

Chapter 1 - The Life Once Full of Joy I was just a little girl, and my life was filled with happiness. Everything was fine - I used to laugh, play, go to school, and dream freely. But then... everything changed. I was in 8th grade when I fell seriously ill. So much that going to school became nearly impossible. For two years, I kept visiting doctors, hoping to feel better. But people didn't see my silence. They started saying: "She's faking it. There's nothing wrong with her." Their words cut deep. I was truly sick - but instead of comfort, I was mocked. I cried at night, asking myself: "Am I really nothing?" Then came 10th grade. I gathered courage and gave my board exams. But when the results were out - I failed. What hurt me more than the failure were the words of those I once respected deeply. A cousin-aunty, someone I looked up to... She laughed and said: "She's ignorant. What does she even know?" People laughed at the way I spoke, the way I walked, the way I dressed. And if I ever tried to speak my mind, they'd say: "Oh please, no one listens to someone this uneducated." --- Your pain, your journey - it's becoming a story now. But not just any story - one that speaks for thousands of silent hearts. When you're ready, write the next part in any language you want. I'll be here to shape it with love and truth. You want the second chapter in English too?

Before you begin.. This story is quiet. It doesn't shout. It doesn't rush toward hope. It sits with discomfort, with loneliness, with the kind of pain that doesn't always have a name. This is not a transformation story. There is no glow-up, no sudden redemption through weight loss, no promise that love arrives once the body changes. This book exists for the people who have been asked to fix themselves before being loved. If you have ever felt unseen, measured, or treated like a project, this story is for you. If you need something soft, honest, and real-take your time here. Please read gently. And take breaks when you need to. You are not required to shrink to deserve love. - Ms Myners

She was wrapped in silk... but raised among thorns. Halimatu escaped poverty by marrying one of Kaduna's most powerful men. From the outside, her life is perfect - wealth, respect, a beautiful family. But behind the palace walls, love is not always honest. Silk and Thorns is a story about marriage, betrayal, survival, and the quiet strength of a woman who thought she was finally safe.

Seeds of Change is a raw, unfiltered look at pregnancy through the eyes of women whose lives are more connected than they realise. There are no perfect journeys here. No soft-focus versions of motherhood. Just real women-facing fear, loss, doubt, pressure, and choices that will change them forever. From unexpected pregnancies to longed-for children, from silent struggles to breaking points, each story unfolds with brutal honesty. And as their paths begin to cross-in waiting rooms, hospital corridors, and fleeting moments-the impact of one life quietly reshapes another. This is not a story about what pregnancy should be. It's about what it is. Messy. Emotional. Human. And impossible to ignore.