Истории Patriarchy

YASHVI PATIL (jo muzhse bhi chupaoge to phir kise bataoge) VEDANT JOSHI (tere mathe ke kum kum ko mai tilak lagake ghumunga) Join me in this love story of arrange marriage but with a twist of feminisam

She was told her silence was sacred. That obedience was faith. That questioning was a sin. Born into a world that loved her yet limited her, she learned early that being a girl meant carrying weight quietly-dreams paused, choices denied, and truth twisted in the name of tradition. When the world shut down, her voice finally woke up. A slap, a chapter on equality, and a single question changed everything. This is the story of a girl who refused to accept injustice disguised as religion, who searched for truth where lies were normalized, and who rose-not to destroy faith-but to reclaim its meaning. From a silenced child to the leader of a nation, her journey proves one thing: Her throne was not inherited. It was built on truth. She makes the world safe and better place for girls

It's been 2000 years since the last age of dragons and all that remains is an abandoned canyon and a clutch of dormant, desiccated eggs. In the years since the dragons left, history has been rewritten, dragons have been relegated to myth, and the powerful female dragon wards are long since forgotten. A princess marked for assassination on her wedding night, an abandoned and street savvy orphan, a perfectly bred and created "mate", and an ancient crone all struggle to find their place in a rapidly and irrevocably changing sociopolitical landscape. Danger surrounds them on all sides as war looms between four nations, and across the sea, a dark and twisted dragon lord plots and waits. These four women must overcome their own limitations and those placed on them to courageously bring about a new age of dragons. Dragonriders of Pern meets The Handmaid's Tale in this women's fiction fantasy epic.

In the Malhotra household, discipline was love - and love was never gentle. Anaya Malhotra grew up under rules that shifted depending on who they applied to. Her brother was trusted. She was monitored. Her father called it protection. Her mother called it sacrifice. But control doesn't feel like care when it steals your voice. This is a story about emotional abuse that leaves no bruises, about a father who never shouted, and about the daughter who learned that silence was the only way to survive. Some families don't raise you. They contain you.

men's aroundus just always awestruck us with there changing thoughts about women

The tale of a girl suppressed by society for ages and has no say in the matters of her life. Read on to learn about how she breaks away from the handcuffs of traditional confinement.

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SYNOPSIS: Armineh decided to call off her wedding when she stumbled across a few harassment texts on her fiance's phone, threatening a girl's reputation. On confrontation, what surprised her was his claim to be the one to decide the girl's fate and still be acknowledged as the victim in the situation. Armineh realized she could never win an argument against the sweltering patriarchy for in this era of patriachal insanity, gender-based justice was not for the weak. *** How can someone ever justify harassment to go by their means? 'The way she was dressed, she was asking for it.' 'Why did she have to go there in the first place?' 'She needed to be put to her place.' 'It was just a friendly rub.' 'She needed to be put to her place.' 'You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.' So, 'her' case was different? How can someone ever claim to respect other women yet strike a certain woman's dignity like that? 'I'm the victim here!' And what did she do? "She provoked me!" Oh, poor you. 'She needed to be put to her place.' And you're the one to decide that? Let alone, do that? *** All Rights Reserved I'm so glad to announce that this story "The Audacity Of Patriarchy" has made it to Something Or Other Publishing (SOOP)'s best-voted book ideas that haven't yet made it to publishing. And it's number THREE!! Keep voting. Your votes will help the story to enter the SOOP Annual Contest. Click on the link in my bio and vote: https://soopllc.com/blog/short-stories/the-audacity-by-whitecoat-hustle/

She was always forbidden from entering the stadium-told it wasn't a place for girls. When she finally stepped in, paired with her brother, she thought she'd found her freedom. But why did he sing those songs their parents used to use to shame her? Why did their walks grow silent, even after apologies were exchanged? As she trained among men-men who drank by night and trained for civil services by dawn-she began to wonder: was this truly a man's world? Then she saw her-an 8-year-old girl outrunning them all. Was this stadium really for men... or for dreamers? Who decides who gets to dream? So was this another notion of patriarchy that decided against women entering the stadium for their health and sports? or was it women? To know more, read my book The Stadium of Men!

After a catastrophic accident, an heiress to the noble line of de Seraphin, Verine, found herself responsible for the destruction of a part of the Western Woods and the nearby apothecary village of the Villaflores Family, most of which had evacuated during the fire. The eldest daughter, Iris, who had remained in hopes to restore the burnt forest and the family business, stumbled across Verine's unconscious body lying in the aftermath of the explosion. Instead of walking away, Iris chose to save her life. In return, Verine became a helping hand in her cause. Thus began the journey of growth, discovery, and healing for two young women from two different worlds, intertwined by their choices and decisions. For spring will come, and with it shall bring warmth. -------------------------------------------------------------------- All contents are subjected to future changes, including but not limited to edits and rewrites. Writing casually as a hobbyist for self indulgent purposes--updates may be irregular. Thank you for stopping by.

Just a small story of a Pharmacist girl.

The world is a big place and being the social animals, we humans tend to shorten the distance through conversations. Yet, loads of things remain unsaid, millions of voices remain unheard, and sometimes the world becomes unbearable and unfair. Some cope by escaping into fantasy, some by pouring out the words into papers. This writer, because claiming to be a poetess would be high handed, brings to you some of her unheard words, pleas and fantasies, in simplest of words. And the world may be a big place but humans all over are same, so some things may strike a chord, some may force you to evaluate and think. And if neither then hey, the words rhyme, so nobody's loss.

those pigs. this is the documentation of the oppression i am suffering. i am being ostracized simply for being my own self. i hope you're happy wattpad twats

A young woman is desperate to escape the man she's been yoked to. She's running. Ever since she was born she's been told to follow the rules, to obey the authorities, to do her duty with a sense of honour and gratitude. Ever since she was about eleven she's been told how lucky she is that HE was paying attention to her. Ever since she was twelve she's been telling herself to be strong and that she needs to just toughen up because this is how the world works. At twenty-four she is ready to die.

A short, kind of depressing short poem collection.

I am a poet. There is ice in my veins and fire in my heart. I am a poet. I silently listen and observe your tragedies. I am a poet. I am constantly feeding the stomach in my brain.* I am a poet. My words are my power. I am a poet. Inspired by the smallest flower or the greatest catastrophe. I am a poet. I write to be heard when the world forces me to be silent. We are the poets. We beg for equality and fight the patriarchy. We are the poets. Forced to scream so that your corrupted minds will listen. We are the poets. We are one with our words. With the universe. WE. ARE. THE. POETS. ~ Please enjoy these original poems by me. *Twenty One Pilots ref.

A woman can be caged, but her thoughts remain free.

Poetry won't she.

pew pew one shots. no smut. if u want to request non-cannon ships or even cannon ships go ahead please give me ideas. im fucked maybe slight spoiler warning. ill put tw and if it has spoilers in the beginning.