Patriarchy Stories

Set against the backdrop of 19'th Century , The plot involves the redemption and uniting of Agastya and Aakriti . The Plot is Described in the first part , "Back to the Past" . Tropes : ***Dominant ML - Submissive FL ⚡ ***Stereotypes and Superstitions of the past ⌚ ***Child Marriage 👰 ***Forced Arrangement 🧊 ***Patriarchal Society (*) ***Marital Rape :( ***Arrogant ML 🚩 ***Red Flag turning into a Green Flag 🟢 ***Weak and Pathetic FL 🌸 ***Redemption ***A Second Chance 🌹

12th Century. A Ruthless King. A Rebel from the Future. Maharaja Veerendra Singh knows only war and power. Diya Gupta knows only justice and freedom. When fate tosses Diya into the world of Vijaygarh, she doesn't just survive-she revolts.

Some places you visit. Some places decide to keep you.... She was a soft dawn. He was a quiet night; The kind that doesn't end when the sun comes up. She'd come for two days. A waterfall, a trip, a story to tell later. Nothing more. Then one impulse. Instinctive, unthinking, entirely her own morality speaking before her fear could; cost her the very freedom she'd spent years craving. She got stuck in a way even she knew she couldn't undo. One action. That's all it takes to ruin one thing. Or a whole life. -Age gap -Patriarchal society & people -Slice of life -Slow burn (the kind of slow burn that doesn't just burn, it lingers) -Rural life -Maharashtrian characters

"What endless trials have we endured?" "What did I recieve in dowry?" "What kind of sight is this?" 💭🖇💟 All photos and aesthetic used in this work belongs to their respective owners.... Please don't copy, feel free to like, comment💞:-)

Baat ye mashhoor hai ki ishq mein dil chaak hua, Ishq agar aag na kar de toh ishq khaak hua. "Mai usse mohabbat nahi, ishq ki hadd tak deewaniyat palna chahta hu." - Ruhaan Khan "Wo hazaar dafa mana karde, Aap fir mujhe uss ke paas lauta dekhenge." - Khizar Bilal Ek ki mohabbat ishq ban baithi, aur doosre ne junooniyat mein usse hasil kar liya. Par uss ka kya? Jo khud in dono ke beech kahin kho si gayi... Noor ka kya? "Mai toh sirf khul kar jeena chahti thi... Mai toh sirf Noor al Ain banna chahti thi." - Noor al Ain - - - Ones love turned into divine madness, while the other won her to his obsession. But, What about Noor al Ain? I don't just want to love her, I wanna live in her memories to the edge of my sanity.- Ruhaan Khan. She can reject me all she wants yet I'll walk back to her wagging my tail.- Khizar Bilal. I just wanted to live free, I just wanted to be me- Noor al Ain. Join this saga of Ishq, Junoon and Deewangi by alfaaz_moav ©2025 by Moav is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 #5 in Onesided love on 29th June #15 in Hyderabad on 29th June

While a young Zach de la Rocha struggles to take pride in his identity as a Mexican-American in a predominantly white environment, he befriends a young, prideful, carefree woman with hopes to dismantle the patriarchy that paints her as less worthy of human rights.

"In a world where tradition and patriarchy reign supreme, Alisha Jain must navigate the complexities of family, society, and her own desires. Born into a family where girls are seen as burdens, Alisha's dreams of education and independence are constantly thwarted. But when she's forced into an arranged marriage with a mysterious and charismatic stranger, Alisha must decide whether to conform to societal expectations or forge her own path. Will she find the courage to break free from the shackles of tradition, or will she succumb to the pressures of her family and society?"

Short family story describes about patriarchy

Being a female werewolf sucks. Undoubtedly. I mean I may as well be living in the 1940s! What the heck is with such a patriarchal structure in packs? Personally, I am not a fan. What I hate even more are soul mates. Werewolves seriously just accept marriages arranged by some god? Not only do they accept, but they also make fairytale after fairytale romanticising this practice. The very last thing I ever want is a mate. So why on earth am I stood face to face with the epitome of all I hate about werewolves, with my wolf screaming "mate!"? I don't want a soul mate though...

She was never the chosen one. But this is no longer about being chosen. This is about taking the pen and writing her own ending.

A collection of poems written from the mouth of a woman at her breaking point, a voice carved sharp enough to slice through patriarchy itself. These pieces explore the anger, exhaustion, defiance, and cold clarity that rise when women are expected to shrink and men are expected to tower. Here, the speaker confronts the men who hide behind entitlement, excuses, and inherited power. Here, she names the systems that made them and the wounds they left behind. Here, she becomes the storm they never learned to weather. Not a love letter. Not an apology. A testament to the woman who finally stopped forgiving.

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 collection of entries from a girl's diary who has been put off by 21st century love affairs. It is an account of the harsh realities she faced since she entered the vicious cycle of love, rejection, betrayal and everything on repeat mode.

A rant about famous Indian books on Wattpad Also because I think too much

A poem about oppression

There's a lot of pressure put on young girls to be beautiful. Size 0, perfect face, smooth skin. Don't forget that you have to wear no makeup yet still be perfect. You're hungry? Don't eat anything, just drink water. But don't get your lipstick on the bottle. Pay 80$ for a shirt, but don't tell anyone, otherwise you're materialistic. Nothing is good enough.

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!

Why is it easier to find a woman beautiful than a man handsome? A personal and nuanced reflection on gendered beauty, patriarchy and the way we look at one another.

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