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Abhiranika ~ The Withered Princess
I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.
Meeti - Sarpanch's Little Wife | 18+
𝗧𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. Because even in the darkest times, honour can bloom into love and love into freedom. ⚠️ This story contains mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk (18+). --- Set in 1960s Bengal, Gunjan Saha, a girl whose eyes still hold the innocence of monsoon skies, yet whose heart knows only fear and silence. After her mother's death, she endures her stepmother's cruelty, dreaming only of kindness, freedom, and being seen as someone worthy of love. Riddhiman Roy Chowdhury, the son of the village sarpanch, returns from London as a gold-medalist barrister determined to reform his village. But destiny has another plan... one that ties his fate to a fragile, innocent girl. One night, Gunjan runs barefoot through the lanes, escaping the men her stepmother sold her to, and destiny leads her to him... the man who would rewrite her story. When whispers taint her name for taking refuge in his house, Riddhiman does the unthinkable... he marries her. Before the same eyes that condemned her, he takes her hand and gives her honour. Bound first by duty, their marriage slowly becomes a sanctuary of trust, hope, and forbidden desire. As Gunjan learns to smile again, Riddhiman fights the one battle he never expected... the battle of his own heart. A man of reason and law. A girl of innocence and faith. Bound not by romance, but by righteousness and something far more fragile... unspoken love. But what happens when duty starts to feel like desire? Will he ever see her as more than a responsibility? And will she find the freedom she's been longing for... in the heart of the man who became her protector?
The Man Destined To Kill Me Became Obsessed
Yara Isaye loses her family in an accident. Two days later, she wakes up in a novel she once read, as the story's villainess, Yara Julian Isaye. Tyrannical, cruel, and unforgiving. Destined to be rejected by her own family, and the one fated to die at the hands of the Empire's most unfeeling man. She already knows how it unfolds. So she keeps her distance. She does not reach for them, does not question the role she has been given. It is easier to accept what has already been written than to hope for something else. Grief dulls everything else, whether she lives or dies no longer feels important. Until the story begins to shift. A hesitation where there should be indifference, a quiet concern that does not belong, and the man who was meant to kill her, once distant, and unmoved, no longer looks at her as he should, but with something far more difficult to name. Yara tells herself it changes nothing, because some endings are deserved. Aren't they? [Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so expect grammatical errors]
Beyond the Horizon
A Tibetan .. met in the Himalayan region of Tibet.
A Life Relived - Meera & Abhimaan
She died once. Forgotten by the world. But before darkness claimed her, one man reached out his hand. A prince she had never met. A kindness she could never repay. When fate grants Meera an impossible second life, she awakens years before the tragedy that once shattered her world. This time, she remembers everything. She remembers the conspiracies hidden behind palace walls. She remembers the poison. She remembers the day the only person who ever saw her worth died in her arms. She makes herself one promise. She will save her Rajkumar. Not because she expects him to remember her. Not because she hopes he will love her. But because he once saved a broken girl when no one else would. To protect him, Meera must hide the truth of who she is, navigate the deadly politics of Rajput royalty, and change a destiny that history insists cannot be rewritten. But fate is stubborn. And the closer she grows to the prince she swore only to protect, the harder it becomes to ignore the feelings neither of them ever expected. Some promises are stronger than destiny. And some love stories begin long before either heart realizes it.
ကူးပြောင်းသွားပြီးနောက် စားသောက်ဆိုင်ဖွင့်ရင်း ကလေးငယ်များအား ပျိုးထောင်ခြင်း
'ဧကရာဇ်၏အိပ်မက်' ခေါင်းစဉ်ရှိသော ဝတ္ထုတစ်ပုဒ်ထဲ ကူးပြောင်းရောက်ရှိသွာ းသော ရှောက်ယွိတစ်ယောက် ဝတ္ထု၏ဗီလိန်ကြီး မင်ဟယ်နှင့် တွေ့ဆုံခဲ့သည်။ ဩဇာအာဏာကြီးမားပြီး ရက်စက်ကြမ်းကြုတ်ကာ နောက်ဆုံး၌ ရူးသွပ်ပြီးသေဆုံးသွားမည့်သူအဖြစ် လူသိများသော ဤဗီလိန်ကြီးက အံ့အားသင့်ဖွယ်ကောင်းစွာဖြင့်သုံးနှစ်သားအရွယ်သာ ရှိနေသေးပြီး ရှောက်ယွိမှာ သူ့မိခင်ဘက်မှတော်သည့် ဦးရီးတော်အရင်းခေါက်ခေါက်ဖြစ်နေခြင်းပင်။
Castillo's Bride
HISTORICAL REINCARNATION SERIES 2 [1875] Love and fate collide when the dead bride wakes in another's veil. - Date Started : April 11, 2024 Date Finished : - PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!
The Crown Prince's Destined Bride
For eighteen years, they have known each other's names. For eighteen years, they have known they are destined to marry. For eighteen years, they have never been allowed to meet. A prophecy declared that Yuvrani Nandhini Devi Mahadevan of Chandravali and Yuvraj Rudra Veer Pratap Suryavanshi of Suryagarh are bound by fate. But the same prophecy carried a terrifying warning: If they see each other before the White Comet returns eighteen years later, one of them will die. Now the comet is returning. As destiny prepares to unite them at last, Rudra finds himself chasing the truth behind his elder brother's murder-a mystery buried beneath secrets, lies, and powerful enemies. Together, Rudra and Nandhini are drawn into a dangerous hunt for the truth, uncovering conspiracies that threaten not only their kingdoms, but the future fate intended for them. And somewhere between prophecy and reality, duty and desire, grief and healing, they discover a love far deeper than destiny itself-a bond built on unwavering trust, fierce loyalty, and a connection that feels as though their souls have always belonged to one another. A story of fate, love, royal intrigue, family bonds, hidden enemies, and two hearts destined not only to find each other-but to become each other's greatest strength.
The Lady Who Left
Just when she's decided to leave the Town, Lady Cressida Belverst is forced to marry Lord Calan Haverston, the man who coincidentally knows a way out. Agreeing to marry for all the wrong reasons, can Cressida and Calan find out where their hearts truly belong? *** It is impossible to leave the Town, but one woman is determined to escape with the help of her betrothed. Lady Cressida Belverst has always been judged as a walking scandal. Oh, how she tries (on some rare occasions) to be proper! When her parents arrange for her to marry a rich lord, Cressida has had enough. She has to leave the Town because she will not be forced to live with a man she doesn't love. But what happens if the very man she's betrothed to is the only one who can help her get out? Calan Haverston, the Lord of Easton, takes the risk and helps his betrothed by using his knowledge of the Town's secrets because he is as willing as she to stay free of marriage for reasons completely different. He has dark secrets he cannot share with her, and his life is not one he can likewise open to anyone. But what happens when she leaves after awakening desires he thought he has under control? And what happens when he finds himself longing for her? Cressida goes to a completely different place, one she has only heard in stories and read in books, with hopes of finding what her heart has always longed for. But love, mystery and secrets will chase her and it will only be a matter of time before she realizes what her heart truly desires. *This story is a standalone title in the Haverston Family series.Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Vihika - "An Eternal Flame of Love"
"I will break you beyond repair".... Vihaansh growled. "But I will cherish you and heal you till my last breath," Ishika replied, her voice unwavering. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rose, I beg of you... If you want you can kill me, but please don't leave me Jaan, Take me along, please...?" Vihaansh pleaded, tears streaming down his face and his sobs wrenching from the depths of his soul. But no reply... ‐‐-----------‐------------------------------------------------- Here Starts a tale of a ruthless man's guilt-driven story, who is left all alone in the World and has no one to wipe his tears, give him a shoulder to sob, be a reason to smile. But he can't end his life because ......... Because she left behind their cherished symbol of love, a testament to their once-shared bond, with every breath he takes, he relives the moment she departed, a silent witness to the pain that now defines his existence. She left their Symbol of love with him. But he only breathes he left living the moment she left him. He behaves like a happy daddy before their bacha. He is a perfect Dad. But he remains haunted by the absence of a motherly presence for his daughter. He can't even share his sorrow, his dismay. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- What will happen to him as he carries the weight of his guilt? Can he ever find a way to make up for his mistakes and find happiness again? All rights are reserved by your author @Rashi_Jha🌼(by me ofc) #65 Wattpad #95 wattpad #1 in the Eternal Series .......UNDER EDIT............ #2 in wattpad #5 , #7 , #11 , #13 in wattpad.Abgeschlossene Geschichte
I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.
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