Emotional Stories

Trope Love marriage Forced marriage Emergency nikah Second marriage Huge Age gape Innocent heroine Rude hero Brother in law. Sister in law. ********* The stars were glowing above him, cold and distant, as if mocking him-reminding him that they still had something he had lost forever. A lone tear slipped past his lashes, silent at first, before his control finally shattered. Her smile. Her laughter. Her care. Her pout. Her anger. Her touch. Her love. Her face. The memories crushed his chest, stealing his strength. The years he had spent with her now felt like wounds tearing his heart apart. He had never imagined a day where he would be this alone. "Aahhh!" A broken scream tore out of his chest as his legs gave up. He fell to his knees, clutching his heart, crying hysterically. Today, all his endurance ended. He wasn't strong anymore-and for the first time, he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He couldn't carry this pain any further. It was too heavy, too sharp, too cruel. Suddenly, a trembling hand reached out and gently wiped his tears. He lifted his eyes and looked at that innocent soul-eyes swollen, face wet with tears, crying just like him. Something inside him broke all over again. Without thinking, he pulled that person into his arms. They clung to each other tightly, crying as if the world had ended, as if tomorrow didn't exist. In that moment, they didn't care about boundaries, about closeness, about anything at all. They only knew pain-and they let it drown them, together. ******** Please look into the prologue once before leaving🤗

IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING ❤️ This story is currently marked Complete, but please note that the latter half of the story is a temporary/current version. After my exams, I will be rewriting the second half of the story, including the redemption arc, because I feel that some emotions, character development and the deeper message I wanted to convey were not expressed strongly enough through my writing. The current version will remain available for now, so new readers are welcome to read it as it is. ❤️ The rewritten version will have stronger emotional depth, more developed character growth, and a more gradual and clearly earned redemption, so that the storyline and its intended message are conveyed better. Please keep this in mind before starting the story. ❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting my work. 🫶🏻 .................. For six years, Anushree Shekhawat endured hatred, humiliation, and accusations she never deserved-all for the sake of her son. Branded a curse, treated like a servant, and abandoned by the man who should have protected her, she silently carried the weight of everyone else's mistakes. But when the truth finally comes out, regrets arrive too late. Choosing herself for the first time, Anushree returns to the family she left behind, taking her son with her. Now Rajveer Shekhawat, a powerful CEO haunted by his actions, must fight for the forgiveness of the woman he broke and the family he never deserved. A story of heartbreak, healing, redemption, and finding your way back home.

Emily Gibbs was nine years old when a car accident changed everything. In a single afternoon, she loses her sight, her mother, and the future she thought she knew. Left scarred by tragedy and struggling beneath a grief no child should carry, Emily is raised by her father, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, who is trying just as desperately to survive the loss of his family. As the years pass, Emily finds unexpected family within the halls of NCIS. Abby, Ducky, Tony, Ziva, McGee, and the team become more than colleagues-they become home. But growing up means more than learning to live with blindness. It means learning who she is beyond the fire that shaped her, beyond the people who protect her, and beyond the fear of losing everything again.

"If you ever stop believing me... promise me you'll ask me why before you leave." He promised. Then he became the first person to break that promise. Five years ago, one decision shattered two lives. He believed she had betrayed him. She let him. Not because she was guilty... but because some truths were too dangerous to speak. When fate brings them face to face again, he doesn't find the fearless girl he once loved. He finds a woman who apologizes before speaking. Who asks permission before leaving a room. Who trembles when someone raises a hand. Who believes punishment is kinder than trust. Now, every lie is beginning to crack. Every unanswered question is demanding the truth. And the more he uncovers about those missing five years... the more he realizes he never lost the woman he loved. He lost her while she was still alive. But some wounds don't heal with love. Some betrayals don't belong to the people we blame. And some apologies arrive far too late. She never stopped loving him. He never stopped regretting the day he stopped believing her. The only question left is... Will the truth find them before it's too late?

Eight years ago, I fell in love with a widower and the little boy who needed a mother. While everyone else saw Daniel rebuilding his life, I was the one holding it together. I dried Noah's tears, celebrated his birthdays, sat through his fevers, and loved him as if he had been born to me. Every time I asked about marriage, Daniel promised, "Soon." I believed him. Until the day I discovered he wasn't planning our wedding. He was planning his wedding to another woman. To make matters worse, the woman he was marrying had no idea I existed. She believed she was marrying a devoted single father, while the little boy who called me "Mom" had no idea his family was about to fall apart. Walking away should have been easy. Except Noah refused to let me go. A heartbreaking psychological romance about love, sacrifice, betrayal, healing, and discovering that sometimes the greatest love story begins the moment you stop begging someone else to choose you.

With Alyssa stuck behind enemy lines and the fate of the pack hanging, tensions are higher than ever in this final installment of the Fatal Trilogy. ***** Book 3 begins right where Book 2 left off, with Alyssa captured and brought to the top pack's lair in Montreal. Unsure of Daimon and the rest of the pack's fate, Aly has no choice but to start finding ways to free herself and her baby from the grasps of the top pack and their leader, Pablo. Meanwhile, what's left of Daimon's pack scrambles to come up with a plan to rescue their girl and take down the top pack for good. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, and mentions rape and sexual abuse, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren T

"Sometimes, one lie is enough to destroy an entire lifetime of love." For one year, Ishaan Mehra believed he had found his forever. An arranged marriage brought him to the cold and intimidating CEO, Rudransh Rajvanshi. To the world, Rudransh was untouchable. But behind closed doors, he was gentle, patient, and impossibly caring. Slowly, Ishaan fell deeply in love with the man he called his husband. Then, on the happiest night of his life, everything shattered. With a positive pregnancy test hidden in his hand, Ishaan was ready to surprise Rudransh with the news that they were going to become parents. Instead... He overheard the words that broke him. "Ishaan was just a part-time interest. I never loved him. I'll divorce him soon." Without asking for an explanation, Ishaan quietly disappeared. Leaving behind only a signed divorce paper... and a broken heart. Five years later, in the heart of London, Ishaan has built a peaceful life with the little boy who means everything to him. Aarav. The son who calls him Papa. The son whose Daddy has no idea he exists. But Rudransh never stopped searching. A ruthless mafia king. A powerful CEO. A man drowning in regret. When fate finally brings them face to face again, Rudransh realizes he didn't just lose the love of his life... He lost five precious years with the family he never knew he had. Can a broken heart learn to trust again? Can one truth erase five years of pain? Or are some regrets too heavy to be forgiven? A story of love, heartbreak, family, redemption, and a second chance worth fighting for. "He broke their forever with one lie... now he'll spend a lifetime earning it back." ❤️

"Shaadi sirf naam ki hogi, Vedika." Arman's cold voice echoed inside the beautifully decorated room. "Don't expect a husband from me." Vedika felt her heartbeat stutter. This was not how she imagined her wedding night since childhood. Not after spending years dreaming about him. Not after writing his name beside hers in the corners of her notebooks. Not after waiting eight whole years for him to return from abroad. Arman sandhu. Her first crush. Her almost-stranger husband. The same boy whose one smile used to make her day... now stood in front of her with emotionless eyes. "I agreed to this marriage because of our families," he continued while loosening his tie, not even looking at her. "You'll get respect, my family name, everything. But don't expect love." Her fingers tightened around her red bridal dupatta. "Was there ever a time," she asked softly, voice trembling, "when you liked me even a little?" Silence. That silence broke her more than words ever could. Because for Vedika Malhotra... this marriage was the beginning of forever. But for Arman sandhu... it was just a responsibility. And sometimes the most painful love stories begin with a promise made in childhood... between two people who wanted completely different futures.

"උඹව මට ලං කරගෙන මං කරගත්තේ උබවත් මගෙ පවුකාර ජීවිතේට ඇදලා දැම්ම එක කියලා මතක් වෙද්දි හැමදේටම වඩා මට වේදනයි චූටි.උඹ රැකෙන්න මම දුරින් ඉන්න ඕන කියන එක එදා තේරුනානම් දිවුරනවා මගෙ හුලගක්වත් උඹට වදින්න ඉඩ තියන්නෑ මම..." "ඔයා මට ආදරේ කරේ නෑ.." [💚දිනෙක හමුවූ❤️] yizhan nonfic sinhala happy ending start: 2025/06/03

My Last Rites My Brother Performed My Last Rites While I Was Still Alive. At fifteen, I was called a monster for a crime I never committed. My family performed my last rites and declared me dead while I was still alive. I begged them to stop. No one listened. I begged them to believe me. No one did. At sixteen, I watched the same ritual with numb detachment. At seventeen, I stopped caring. At eighteen, I watched it with amusement. Because I knew... It would be the last of my last rites I would ever witness. I laughed. Because I knew the next funeral would be real.

Aditya and Siya both stood in front of each other, unable to look at other,unspoken words scattered between. Her foot was shivering in terror. Can't understand what has happened with them. "Why are you saying this? I am married to you" Siya tongue shivering badly as the words escaped from her mouth,the first time she spoke to him, her gaze lowered on her red lehenga. "No. You are nothing to me, do you understand that?. I only obeyed my dear uncle's wish.You are still unknown to me and you will rest of your life" Aditya's eyes filled with tears , he was seeing his future scattered in front of his eyes. His emotions, his feelings, everything just escaped from his hands like sand. Siya gaze fixed over the ground, tears escaped from her eyes, but all she knew about this marriage was only to save her and her brother, not for relation. There is no love,no care even if they don't know their names. ✨🦋"What kind of marriage is this??" 🦋✨.......... Jump into the book and explore the whole book. Siya 🌷◕෴ ♡♡ Aditya 🌷◕෴ ♡⁠♡ ♡⁠♡ ♡⁠♡ 📒📒📒📒✯✯........ Don't judge the book in fewer chapters..... Perhaps you will enjoy the book once you read it more than the 10- 15 chapter .................｡⁠◕◕⁠｡｡⁠◕◕⁠｡｡⁠◕◕⁠｡

𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑶𝑵𝑬 📖 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 She married with dreams of love, respect, and companionship-but reality shattered those hopes. Her husband never gave her the affection she craved, leaving her heart aching in silence. Yet, instead of walking away, she chose to stay-not for herself, but for the two little souls who saw her as their whole world. Between loneliness and sacrifice, she hides her pain behind a smile, pouring every ounce of love into her children. This is the story of a woman who may be unloved as a wife, but is cherished beyond measure as a mother. Tropes: Arrange marriage Housewife X businesses man She fell first X he fell harder Unloved wifed Suffering Mother of two baby boys starting :- 20th september 2025

"He thought I was his fiance when he pushed me in his bed". She was just the quiet florist girl-delivering roses, not trouble. But when she stepped into the mansion with that bouquet, he mistook her for his runaway fiancée. And when the city's most feared mafia lord makes a mistake... he never lets it go. But was she really mute or pretending, it's still a mystery.

💕💖A story that proves... love never arrives late. It arrives exactly when the heart is ready. Some women dream of becoming brides. Indira Kumar dreamed of becoming a mother. At twenty-three, she chose to raise her orphaned nephew as her own son, sacrificing the life she could have had without ever looking back. Thirteen years turned into eighteen, and somewhere along the way, she forgot that behind the word Amma was still a woman with a heart capable of being loved. Now thirty-six, plus-sized, soft-spoken, and hiding her insecurities behind warm smiles and graceful sarees, Indira believes love simply isn't written in her destiny. Until one Sunday morning... A cricket match. One accidental hand gripping a stranger's leg. One whistle she innocently demands from the man sitting beside her. One dimpled smile that shatters the walls around a billionaire's guarded heart. Vijay Varma buried his heart with his wife a decade ago. He never imagined that the woman who would teach him to live again would be the one who never believed she deserved love. As one son quietly becomes Cupid for his mother's happiness, two lonely hearts discover that sometimes... The greatest love stories don't begin in your youth. They begin when you've almost stopped believing in them.

Everyone said I was lucky to have nine older sisters. No one knew I spent my life wishing they would look at me the way they looked at each other.

Older men make the best lovers-mature, experienced, they know exactly how to take control. But 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗿𝗮𝘆? He wasn't just a lover. He was a beast. A true Daddy-even if he was younger than me. "𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-" I dropped the bottle onto the table with a heavy thud, then shaped my fingers into a circle and slid my other hand up through it, showing her exactly what I meant. "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬." "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢-" she hiccupped-"𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬?" I leaned in so close my lips brushed her ear, my voice a drunken, filthy whisper. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝙨𝙚𝙭." "𝘉𝘶𝘵-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" Maya's eyes narrowed. "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?" The grin slipped right off my face. I sat back, letting my eyes drift over the dim, smoky bar. My other friends were dancing under flashing lights, their dresses riding high, drinks spilling. My 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 was in full swing. But all I could think about was the way he'd stretched me until I cried his name. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵-" My voice cracked before I cleared my throat. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺." 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. I hated his smug smile. His dangerous charm. The fact that everyone avoided

#TOP 9 in India [ 28/06/2026] #TOP 4 in India [ 29 /06] [ 31/07] [1/2/3/4/5/6/7/31/08/26] #TOP 3 in India [ 30/7/2026] #TOP 2 in india [ 1/09/26] BOOK ONE OF FORCED MARRIAGE SERIES. Dhananjay Reddy is a 34-year-old South Indian mafia and a powerful businessman ruling across Telangana and Andhra Pradesh. His fear is so absolute that people tremble before taking his name, the world calls him only as Mr. Reddy, except his family. He is a devoted follower of Mahakaal. Power, blood and control define his world. There was only one weakness in his life Vaidehi Rao.His college crush and obsession. When Dhananjay was in his final year of college and Vaidehi was a fresher, they fell into a relationship that consumed him completely. He needed her not just to love but to breathe. Then everything shattered Vaidehi married another man. On her wedding night Dhananjay shot her husband right in front of her eyes. Broken and devastated Vaidehi cursed him "The day you fall in love again, that love will be taken away from you right before your eyes Dhananjay Reddy." Dhananjay laughed at fate, he believed he was no longer capable of loving anyone but destiny had other plans. He is forced into marriage with a girl nine years younger than him. Aashiyaana Raj 25- years -old. A North Indian girl-soft-spoken, naive and innocent. She has zero knowledge of South Indian culture, language or traditions. The land, the people, the customs everything about his world is foreign to her. She lost her parents in a tragic accident while she was in the 12th grade and was taken in by her uncle. A devoted follower of Mahakaali, her faith was her only strength until the day her uncle revealed the truth. He had been blackmailed if Aashiyaana did not marry Mr. Reddy their lives would be destroyed and so she said yes. Will Dhananjay Reddy ever love again? Will Vaidehi's curse come true? And what is the real truth behind Vaidehi marriage? Will his family accept Aashiyaana? To find out read the story.

"She was born into the most powerful family... yet she grew up without them." At just sixteen, Ariana Rajvansh had everything money could buy-but never the one thing she needed the most... her family. Years ago, one misunderstanding destroyed everything. Blamed for something she never did, Ariana was sent away to America and slowly erased from the family she once called home. While the Rajvansh empire in India grew stronger, richer, and more feared, their youngest daughter learned how to survive alone. Now, after years of guilt, regret, and unanswered questions, her family wants her back. Five overprotective brothers. A powerful father. Grandparents who can't sleep without remembering her. An uncle and aunt carrying a secret that changed her life forever. Cousins who have only heard stories about the girl who disappeared. And a cousin sister who became the family's favorite while Ariana became nothing more than a forgotten memory. But bringing her back won't be easy... Because Ariana has only one answer: "You abandoned me once. Don't come looking for me now." What no one knows is that Ariana is hiding a truth so dangerous that even her mafia brothers have no idea who she has become... or what she's been protecting all these years. When the forgotten daughter returns, old wounds will reopen, buried secrets will come to light, and the Rajvansh family will realize that asking for forgiveness is far easier than earning it. In a family built on power, loyalty, and blood... can love find its way back home?

Home in Their Arms The night everything burned, the Mirza family lost three souls - a mother, a son, and a newborn daughter. Zayn Mirza vanished into the shadows, carrying his sister and a promise no one ever heard. Years later, he is a man built from secrets and silence, living between power and danger, while raising his four-year-old sister, Inaaya, as his whole world. To Inaaya, Zayn is more than a brother - he is home, safety, and the arms she runs into with every laugh and every fear. Believed to be dead, the son they mourned lives on - protecting the daughter they never knew survived. When fate forces the past and present to collide, buried misunderstandings resurface, hearts are tested, and a fragile child becomes the bridge between broken souls. In a world ruled by secrets and shadows, one man's devotion and one four-year-old's innocent love redefine what family truly means. Because sometimes, home isn't a place. It's in their arms.

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.