Selfrespect Stories

When Arsalan's mother started forcing him to marry again, he agreed but on the condition that his would-be wife should either be a widow or divorcee. Seeing Arsalan's willingness to marry again with such difficulty, his parents agreed to his terms. But before they could find a girl for him, Arsalan's three-year-old daughter found a mother for herself, who was her school teacher and a divorcee too. Arsalan agreed to marry Nayab. And both of them got married. But after their marriage, the secret that had been buried in someone's heart for years was revealed. And then, one by one, some hidden secrets started to be revealed which were going to change the lives of Nayab and Arsalan. P.S. - I don't own any images. They belong to the rightful owners. DISCLAIMER - This is a work of fiction . Any names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the product of the Author imagination and used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, actual events or living and dead is purely coincidental. Publish Date : 1-1-2024 All Copyright reserved

Elara Voss didn't marry for love. She married for a contract. Two years. A business arrangement. No feelings, no claims, no overstaying the timeline. She would be Caden Ashworth's wife on paper - attending his events, running his household, asking for nothing - while he waited for the woman he actually loved to return from Paris. She kept every rule. She also quietly saved his company three times. Raised his orphaned niece like her own. Left an annotated binder, a detailed note, and a river stone on the kitchen table - and walked out at six in the morning without looking back. She never expected to be missed. Caden Ashworth has a problem. The woman he treated as temporary is the only real thing he can remember. And Elara - who spent two years wanting nothing - has finally started building a life that belongs entirely to her. He can grovel. He can show up. He can go to her mother before he ever goes to her. But the contract is over. This time, the terms are hers.

I beg to differ that.", I sassed and got out of his grip ready to move out of the room when he pulled me by my elbow and the next second I was pushed on the visitor's chair. He trapped me completely by keeping his palms on the arms of the chair. "I tried to tell you patiently.", I scoffed at his words. Patience and he don't go in a single sentence. He gripped my chin making me look into his eyes."Now listen carefully Miss, I want you for my niece as her babysitter. Tell me how much you'll take and we can seal the deal." This time it was me who blinked once, twice and thrice. "But I don't want to work for you." See the reason was absolutely clear. I liked the kid since the moment I met her but I hated this man from the moment I gazed into his eyes. "How much?" I frowned."You really think your money can make everyone dance on your tips?" "1200 dollars a week." I rolled my eyes making him lean towards me." 1500?" "Make it 15000 and still I won't work for you.", I retorted and pushed him. I walked to the door and gave him one glance."Next time when you talk to me, make sure you keep all your richness aside. That's one thing that I never want to see you again, you self-centred CEO." "We shall see." . . . Brave but lonely. Passionate but sensitive. That's Arielle Summers. For everyone, Money, Assets and happiness may be supreme but to her, self-respect is prime. Cold and reckless. Commanding and ruthless. That was Nicolas Arnold. He only cared for his niece, his Mama and his friends. Love life didn't exist until- she came into the picture. *No Toxic Relationship. No ex-crush/lover/fiance/wife. The male lead is the uncle of the child in this book, he's not a manwhore. There are no trust issues. * Impressive Ranking: #8 in love among 2.31M on 09/04/22 ©2021 ankitawrites_Xx CC: @YT_BookAwards_Covers

--- "He had money. She had self-respect. And neither of them was ready to lose." At St. Elmont University, everyone knows Shubman Gill-the richest, most popular boy on campus. Good looks, power, and attitude... he has it all. Then there's Aanya, a scholarship student from a humble family. She isn't rich, but she refuses to let anyone look down on her. Her self-respect means more to her than anything.... Their first meeting turns into a clash of egos. What begins with arguments slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Can love bloom between two people from completely different worlds, or will pride tear them apart? A college romance filled with slow-burn love, enemies-to-lovers moments, friendship, jealousy, heartbreak, and unforgettable memories. "Some stories don't begin with love... they begin with a challenge." ❤️..

"Marry me," Shaurya Singh Shekhawat muttered with pure hatred in his eyes, holding her arms in his vile grip. "You hate me," Akansha Dixit said, fear and determination in her eyes. "I do, and retribution is my right," Shaurya said. "And I have the right to a chance to justify myself," she said, her voice breaking under the increasing hatred in his tone toward her. "Like hell, I will. You destroyed my sister and now it's your turn to get ruined," he spat. "You will marry me, or see your family die," he said. "I will," she said, losing the battle. "One last thing, Mr. Shekhawat, the day you will know the truth, the truth will kill you," she said. He just scoffed, walking away, leaving her shattered while also making her stronger. If he thought he could make her weak using her family, then he was in for a big surprise, thought Akansha with sheer determination. ************ 5 Years Later ************ "One chance is all I ask, Akansha," Shaurya begged, sitting on his knees, ignoring the fact that he was a Chief Minister, the most powerful man of the state. "You are 5 years too late, CM sir," Akansha said with a cold face before walking away. "You are right... My rue is killing me every second," he whispered to himself. Shaurya Singh Shekhawat, a man everyone in the state admired, people's favorite leader, a very well-educated Chief Minister, and the youngest person to take office in the country. Successful-that's what everyone thought of him, but only he knew how much of a failure he was as a husband. Akansha Dixit, an aspiring student pursuing her Ph.D. in child psychology. She fell in love very easily, but only when she realized his reality did she understand how much of a mess she was already in. Amid selfish families, dirty politics, several misunderstandings, betrayals, and power-hungry wolves, will the innocent love survive, or will it succumb?

Lingling always chose the back row. It was quiet there. Safe. Predictable. A place where no one could sit behind her, no one could watch her too closely, and no one could easily enter her life unless she allowed them to. Then Orm started sitting beside her. At first, Orm only came to Ling because of Den - the girl Orm could not stop looking at. Ling was just the convenient one. The quiet one. The useful one who knew people, fixed things, explained notes, and made everything easier. But somewhere between borrowed highlighters, rainy nights, quiet songs, family dinners, and a shirt left behind for "next time," Lingling started making space for Orm. A chair beside her. A place at her table. A place inside her home. A place inside her heart. The problem was, Orm was soft when they were alone... but different when Den was around. And Lingling slowly learned that being needed is not the same as being chosen. The Chair Beside Me is a university GL coming-of-age story about almost-love, quiet heartbreak, friendship, self-respect, and the painful truth that not everyone who made you feel special deserves a permanent place beside you. Because sometimes, the worst thing is not an empty chair. It is saving it for someone who only sits there when it is convenient. Genre: GL / University AU / Angst / Coming-of-Age / Slow Burn Themes: Almost-love, friendship, unrequited feelings, emotional healing, self-worth Content note: Emotional manipulation, public humiliation, heartbreak, non-endgame romance.

What happens when the fake love becomes dangerously real, but the truth threatens to burn everything down? An intense, slow-burn story of enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies, filled with heavy yearning, sharp wit, and a love that was written in the lanes of Mahadev's Kashi.....🌙

Hi there, my chocolates 🍫 😋, this is a new love story. Welcome to my TAEKOOK fanfiction!! This story follows the journey of Jungkook and Taehyung as they navigate love, friendship, and social hierarchies in a college and then office setting. Expect romance, drama, and self-discovery as these two characters grow and learn together. * Genre: Romance, Drama, College AU, Office love *

"Not everyone comes into your life to break your heart. Some people come to heal wounds they never created." 🤍 Hello, guys! 💗 Myself, Ritzzzwrites. This is my very first novel, and I genuinely hope you'll give it a chance. Thank you for picking up this story. I poured a piece of my heart into every chapter, and I hope you'll find a piece of yours in it too. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ABOUT THE STORY This is the story of two people who didn't just fall in love-they grew up together. Not in the traditional sense. They were only thirteen when they met. What began as an online friendship slowly turned into something deeper, something neither of them fully understood at the time. They became each other's first love, first comfort, first heartbreak, and first lesson about life. But sometimes love isn't enough. Sometimes timing isn't on your side. And sometimes the universe has plans of its own. Then one day, everything changed. Years passed, yet Reet carried the weight of unanswered questions and unfinished goodbyes. She learned to live with memories she could never completely leave behind. Some stories end with closure. Hers never did. She carried the scars quietly, without letting them define her. Then, when she least expected it, someone new walked into her life. Not to erase the past. Not to compete with it. But to show her that not everyone comes into your life to break your heart. Some people arrive simply to hold your hand through the healing. Some people love you without asking you to become someone else. And slowly, after years of protecting her heart, Reet begins to wonder if moving on means forgetting-or if it's possible to carry the past and still choose happiness. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Welcome to What Remained of Us. 🤍

There comes a point where kindness stops feeling like love... and starts feeling like self‑abandonment. *Soft Strength* is a book for people who feel deeply, love openly, and give more than they receive. It's for the ones who were told to "be strong," but never taught how to protect their softness. It's for the quiet ones, the gentle ones, the ones who carry too much and speak too little. This book will teach you how to: - stay kind without collapsing - set boundaries without guilt - stop over‑explaining yourself - protect your emotional energy - love without losing yourself - stay soft in a world that rewards hardness If you've ever felt like your softness was a weakness, this book will show you the truth: **your softness is your power - it just needs protection. *Updated weekly.*

since the beginning of time, love had been a tough path that i took. was led on, betrayed, and turned against myself. but all the same, it was beautiful. it calmed the storm in me, it made me feel the most special. no matter the circumstances, loving him was, and will always be worth it. [based on real events] [disclaimer : this work is a narrative written heavily through my perspective, which may render some parts biased, and was made simply as a form of entertainment. please don't take everything (too) seriously.]

the general without a war, and the villainess without a crown, vanished from the story. But the story was wrong. Because it wasn't the prince and the heroine who would rise. It was the ones left behind

They called her a mistake. She proved them wrong. Aarohi Sharma was never wanted-ignored, unloved, invisible in her own family. One day, she disappears without a trace. Years later, she returns... powerful, successful, and unrecognizable. Now the same family that rejected her needs her. But this time- She decides who stays... and who gets left behind.

Some marriages are blessed by love. Some are written by fate. Vanshika, a girl who values her self-respect more than anything, suddenly finds her life taking a turn she never expected. Karthik, a man known for his practical nature and silent emotions, enters her world under circumstances neither of them can escape. Bound by family, expectations, and promises they never asked for, two strangers are forced to walk the same path while carrying wounds no one can see. In a story filled with emotions, sacrifice, silent pain, and slowly changing hearts... will fate break them apart or bring them closer?

What happens when the past suddenly stands in front of the future? When two people with completely different personalities find themselves tied by fate? Will Yashii be able to understand the mysterious Rudransh... or will Rudransh be the one to break the walls around Yashii's heart? And the biggest question of all- can Rudransh make Yashii forget the painful memories of her past?

A personal narrative i wrote for school, i hope whoever reads this enjoys it. I didn't have a good cover so i took the picture from pinterest. But i hope you guys will like it.

Some people don't leave because they stop loving someone. They leave because they realize they've already been left. The Ball Was Never Mine is a quiet, aching story about neglect, resentment, and the moment a relationship finally tips past saving. Set over the course of a single argument, it explores what happens when love becomes conditional, effort becomes invisible, and walking away feels like the only honest choice left.

When I forgave myself enough, I forgave myself for all the time I thought I wasn't good enough Kim Mcmillen The story is about girl who loves to spread happiness, but something very bad happens to her , where she believes that its her fault, she started to live her life in sadness and depression. As she is not able to forgive her herself , she is not able to love herself. She is upset with herself. What was the reason that she is not able to forgive herself? Did she forgive herself or lived her life in depression? Peep into the story to know about it? Proofread by - @Suk-24 Cover by - @Suk-24 Reviewed by -@Firexqueen

"Behind every unheard woman is a story waiting for justice." Some women are not broken by one moment. They are slowly erased-one accusation, one silence, one doubt at a time. . . But the world does not always listen to women who bleed quietly. It questions them. It judges them. It demands proof of their pain. Until the truth itself is forced to speak. ✦ GENRE ✦ Courtroom Drama | Psychological Fiction | Emotional Thriller | Women's Justice ✦ STATUS ✦ Ongoing / Fictional Story If you enjoy this story, please vote, comment, and add it to your reading list. Your support means everything to the author. ©2026 AuthorAvhi. All Rights Reserved

One accident... One phone call.... 'Ragini Inamdar Mohite' has to face the ghosts of her past. Ragini has spent years building a beautiful, hard-won life. She overcame her painful past, established a highly successful career, and found true peace with her husband and children. The war called life we get thrown into. Only some can called it 'The battle that I won' ©All Rights Reserved