Wife Stories

Her wedding collapsed. His heart already had. When fate binds Nandini Pandey to Sangram Singh Sanger - her brother's stoic commander and a man drowning in guilt - they're thrust into a marriage neither expected. In crossing their own Aag Ka Dariya, they find that sometimes the fiercest love is born from fire.

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

A story set in the 1950s in a rural area: The tale revolves around a 16-year-old girl named Chavi, who is married off to the zamindar (landlord) of the village, a 22-year-old man. What will happen when she begins her new life in his home? Will she be able to find happiness? Start:- 26 dec 2024 End:-15 march 2025

Being in a loveless marriage was what Naina Agnihotri was most scared of since her entire childhood went witnessing the estranged relationship of her parents. Yet she found herself in one such marriage with the heir of their rival family, Kabir Raichand. That was three years ago. Three years later . . . "you missed her birthday Kabir" Naina looked at her husband questioning him about his disappearance from their daughter's first birthday but he didn't seem to reply as he kept his gaze intact to the papers lying on his study table. "Kabir" the pitch of her tone increased as he immediately stood up from his chair glaring at her. "don't you dare raise your voice at me naina, don't forget where you stand. You are in no place to question me." . . . For the whole world Raichand family commands respect, people thrive on their money. Kabir Raichand and Naina Raichand are the most admired and respected couple in the county yet nobody know what lies behind the door. Troops - marriage of convenience -enemies to lovers -mafia romance -family rivalry -he fell first and harder -marriage in trouble -age gap

She had everything- A glittering skyline at her window, parents who adored her, a lover who swore the stars would bow to her smile. At twenty-eight, Aarika Singhania ruled her empire-a company she'd built from dust and ambition. She was everything which a girl dreams of. Her life was perfect. Too perfect. Until one night-screeching tires, shattered glass, and then-nothing. When she opened her eyes again... the world wasn't hers anymore. A cramped bedroom. Faded walls. Two small faces staring at her with tear-filled eyes- "Mommy?" Her reflection in the cracked mirror was a stranger-twenty-one, tired, beautiful in a way that carried pain. A ring on her finger, a man's shirt hanging on the door, and two toddlers calling her mother. The CEO of a billion-dollar company... now a young wife in a life she never lived. Who was the woman she replaced? Where did her own body go? And can she return to the world that once bowed to her name- or is she destined to rewrite her fate in this borrowed skin? Her heart says it's a second chance. Her mind whispers it's a trap.

Ahvi, an insecure girl, who's forced to believe that she doesn't deserve her better because of her dark complexion. Yet, she dares to dream and hope for a future with her husband, Nevan Singhania. But what if the hope she sees in him become his guilt? Nevan, haunted by his past, struggling to live a normal life and not to flinch away when touched wasn't even hoping for anything when he got her. But what if she become his hope? When two souls, tender and beautiful, struggling with their shortcomings, ended up in an arrange marriage, what might unfold? Ahvi's insecurities vanish or they return back with much more power? Nevan could let go of his past or ended up shackled in it? Could they satisfy each other's need to be loved or keep screaming in their silent ways Love Me?

"Veer" "Hmm?" "Will you... forget me once you become a big businessman?" Yashveer stopped in his tracks. He turned to her, cupping her small face gently in his hands. His eyes, usually so cold and stern, softened with deep affection. "I would love to die before erasing you from my memory, Shona." He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. . . . As he took a step forward, Ishika grabbed his right arm, stopping him. she stands in front of him. "Am I not looking beautiful hubby, that you are not even looking at me" Ishika said, while running her fingertip on his left cheek. Thats it. Yashveer yanked her hand and grabbed her neck, pinning her against wall. His grip on her neck was mercilessly tight that make her choke, her face turn red as gasp for air. " Save your tricks. I feel nothing but disgust looking at you." . . . . It's my first book. and english is not my first language so if there's any grammatical mistakes please ignore it. This whole story is my own imagination so don't say I have copied it. Some of the prompt I've asked from chatGPT . . . -IMPORTANT - in this book there will violence and tragic scene and the ml is violent and kinda psyco type you can also say his is blood thirsty mafia when it's come to baby wife...there will be some past trauma and if you guys are thinking there will be any bonding between ml and his family in last....so let me tell you NO there would not.... there will be some dialog in Hindi words with no translation -Tropes... Mafia king × innocent girl protective ml × clumsy fl age gap height difference clam × chaotic touch her and die❎ you won't even have eyes to look at her✅ soft romance bloodshed

Married to brilliant surgeon Ciaran Wilson, the man who once stood in pouring rain just to drive her home, Leah spends her nights with cold dinners and broken promises while he saves lives at the hospital. Leah faces a heartbreaking question: how long can Madame keep waiting for a husband who no longer chooses her?

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

I got this idea from a different one of these I saw. I thought it'd be fun to write one. This is just for yall to have something to read since I can't update the other book rn. I havent read the manga so if I write something that doesnt add up with that, don't tell me.

Brotherhood Billionaire #3 Dedication ~ To All The Girls Who Had A Crush And Got Their Hearts Broken. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~●~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She was just an acquaintance for him seven years back. Noting should have changed even now. But now his obsession with her is touching new heights. Veer Pratap Singh Rana next in line to take over his generation old Real estate business. His goal is to make his late father proud. Rude and arrogant. The only thing he has time for is his family and business. But now he has an obsession. Aarna Rao had everything one day and lost everything in the blink of an eye. She fell and she rose even higher. Bubbly and loved by all who meet her. Only one man matters to her. Whom she can't hurt. She thought that her obsession with a certain Man was over years ago. Who broke her heart. What will happen when destiny binds them in a marriage. Her Obsession ended His started. Mature !! ( 18+)

"I AM NOT MARRYING YOU MR. KNIGHT AND THAT'S IT" I yelled. From where did you get this much courage that too in front of him? My my someone is trying to be savage today. My conscience said. I was heading for the door but he held my wrist and within seconds I was sitting on the table with him standing between my legs. Oh God this is so awkward. He glared at me. This doesn't feel good he looks really angry. "Eveline don't you dare raise your voice at me. This was the first and the last time you did it. IS IT CLEAR?" I nodded. "Words Eveline Carter. Is it clear?" "Y-yes." ************************************* Alexander Knight, 26 year old arrogant billionaire who doesn't believe in love and marriage. The only thing that matters to him is his company "KNIGHT INDUSTRIES". Eveline Carter, 24 year old simple girl who works as the head of the marketing department in her company, has a crush on Alexander Knight, the CEO of her rival company. What will happen when she will finally meet him? Let's find out in the story.

Meet Thakur Rudra Pratap Singh, a 35-year-old man who heads the powerful Mandawa Thakur family, known for their historical dominance. Despite being immensely wealthy and influential, his heart is hardened due to internal family conflicts, turning him into a stoic figure. He made a solemn vow to his mother to prioritize the family above all else, even sacrificing the prospect of marriage to dedicate himself entirely to their success. However, his devotion to his family becomes his burden as they become the source of his inner turmoil. His tough exterior makes him unapproachable, instilling fear in those who dare to interact with him. Yet, fate intervenes and introduces someone unexpected into his life. Enter Paridhi, a 22-year-old girl from an upper-middle-class family. She exudes sweetness and innocence, though she tends to keep to herself, opening up only to those close to her. Her life seems on track, especially as she nears the fulfillment of her dream: marrying the love of her life. However, when circumstances force her to compromise and accept her family's wishes, she reluctantly complies. But what happens when their significant age difference becomes a factor? Will they be able to bridge the gap and accept each other despite the odds stacked against them? This is a tale of shattered trust, broken by those closest to them. Amidst such turmoil, will they find understanding and acceptance in each other's arms? Do not copy.

Dream - "If you want a pretty looking wife who will call you baby and be obedient like all those heroines in films, then I'm not one." She told. She folded her arms and told further: "I'm not a weak lady like Draupathi instead I'm strong woman like Satyabhama. I can single handedly fight 10 men. I forgot to ask, can you fight?" "No" I said. I hate violence. She made a weird face at my answer. "I'm a rowdy, rowdy baby. But i think you are kinda cute. Do you still want to marry me? She asked. She complimented me... what the Shouldn't i be the one to compliment her. I looked at her.. i don't know what to say.... This is my first story. Please excuse my typing mistakes. All the pictures are from internet and pinterest.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊♠ [SLOW UPDATE] ♡˚₊✦ᴀɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀɪɴ ✦₊˚♡ 𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. Kadang-kadang... hidup ni pelik. Ada orang lahir dalam bahagia dan ada orang macam Raffat, lahir dalam luka. Dia membesar dengan satu prinsip. "Kalau sayang itu menyakitkan... aku tak nak rasa." Tapi dia tak sedar, dalam hati dia tu...dia cuma rindu untuk disayangi. "Dan Dialah yang menyatukan dua hati yang sebelumnya saling asing." (Surah Ali-Imran: 103) Raffat berjaya, dia banyak bantu orang, tapi hatinya tetap kosong. Ramai orang cuba untuk dekat dengannya, tapi tak ada satu pun yang benar-benar memahaminya. Sehinggalah Allah menemukannya dengan seseorang yang tak sempurna... tapi cukup untuk menyentuh hatinya yang keras. Perlahan-lahan, dia mula belajar...Allah tak pernah tarik cinta daripada hidup manusia, cuma manusia itu sendiri yang mengunci pintu hati. "Aku jahat. Aku tak layak untuk sesiapapun." -RR "Awak tak jahat, awak cuma takut untuk tersakiti lagi." -? Dan setiap kali dia rasa nak mengalah, ayat ni selalu berbisik dalam hatinya: "Sesungguhnya bersama kesulitan itu ada kemudahan." (Surah Ash-Sharh: 5-6) Dalam dunia ni, tak ada satu pun manusia yang sempurna. Setiap orang pasti ada titik kelemahan masing-masing. START: 25 OCT 2025 END: ? ⚠️JALAN CERITA AGAK CRINGE‼️ ⚠️CERITA INI HANYALAH REKAAN SEMATA MATA‼️ ⚠️JANGAN LETAK EXPECTATION TINGGI SANGAT, NANTI KECEWA‼️ 🚫PLAGIAT IS NOT ALLOWED‼️

Seraphina Calloway always believed she would recognize betrayal if it ever came near her marriage. She imagined it loud. Obvious. Unforgivable. She never imagined it would look like this. Like her husband smiling at another woman the way he used to smile at her. Like late-night messages that weren't inappropriate - just intimate. Like emotional comfort slowly being outsourced. And she definitely never imagined standing outside a glass office in downtown Los Angeles... Watching her husband hesitate before pulling away from another woman's lips. The kiss wasn't hungry. It wasn't desperate. It was worse. It was familiar. And in that single second - She realized she had already been replaced emotionally long before that moment happened. She didn't scream. She didn't storm in. She simply turned... And walked away from the life she thought was unbreakable

Maj. Haider Ali Hamdani: An honest and courageous military man. A gruff yet affectionate father. In his eyes, he's the one to blame for his daughter's trials. Hala Ali Hamdani: A makeshift mother. Grew up too fast, too soon. Hafsa Ali Hamdani: Hope. Hashim Ali Hamdani: Achiever. Book enthusiast. Hasham Ali Hamdani: All that's left of what's been stolen. Rooh Afza addict. This book's a hefty collection of the numerous events occurring in the Hamdanis' lives. The story is set back in the 1980s, in old Pakistan. (For foreign readers, the narration/description is written in English while the dialogues are in Roman Urdu. However, English subtitles are provided.) Ps The story and the characters present in this book belong solely to me, except for the photos used now and then. I've most likely taken most of them from Pinterest unless I say otherwise. Do not copy or translate my work.

She once rejected him. Publicly. Cruelly. Unforgettably. At sixteen, Zara shattered Zayaan's pride with words she wishes she could take back. Six years later, he returns - no anger, no confrontation... just silence colder than revenge. Now at twenty-four, she's forced to face the one person she hoped never to see again. But fate isn't finished with them yet. When their families arrange their marriage, the past refuses to stay buried. Living under the same roof as the man she once humiliated, Zara must confront guilt, unanswered questions, and the unsettling truth that Zayaan is no longer the boy she rejected... and his silence might hide more than resentment. Because some mistakes don't fade with time. And some hearts never forget. A story about regret, second chances, and a love that survived the worst kind of rejection.

"Watch your step, kiddo," he muttered, though his hands didn't move from her waist. M-"Kiddo Kon main! I was pushed ok," "Leave us alone," M-"Hey prabhu danav se baccha lena" Myra whispered leading forward. M-"Nihayeti batameez hai aap aapko sharam nahi aati?" "Not when it's about u" "dur raho mujhse" M-"but u can't stand seeing me with someone else isn't it Mr Raghuvanshi?" M-"You're a tyrant," "-& u r mine" _____________________________________________ In his city, every look is a contract, and every touch has a price. Ishaan Raghuvanshi is the city's undisputed sovereign-a man carved from granite and shadowed secrets. He doesn't believe in luck; he believes in control. From the boardroom to the docks, his silence is lethal, and his logic is absolute. He has built an empire on the corpses of his enemies, and he has sworn that no emotion will ever make his hand shake when he needs it to be steady. Until Dr. Myra Sehgal walks in. Bubbly, defiant, and irritatingly radiant, she is a spark of resilient sunlight in his sterile world. She isn't afraid of the "Emerald-Eyed Devil," and she's the only one who dares to make him swallow his own bitter medicine. For Ishaan, she is a "variable"-a chaos that threatens to fracture his carefully guarded dark. He wants to exile her from his life, yet he finds himself building a sanctuary just to watch her. He claims she is his property, but as the walls between them crumble, he realizes that the "sun" isn't just erasing his darkness-it's changing his very foundation. _____________________________________________

"Some bonds are written by fate... some are carved by stubborn hearts... and some... are whispered by the mountains themselves." The Himalayan sun dipped behind the peaks, spilling a golden glow across the pastel walls of Sanjh's room. The faint scent of pine floated in through the balcony, mingling with the quiet hush of the town below. Everything seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what was about to unfold. Veer's voice broke the silence, sharp and incredulous. "Why... why did you tie me up?" Sanjh leaned casually against the window frame, arms crossed, a slow, teasing smile tugging at her lips. "So that you can reject me in the marriage." A slow smirk curved Veer's lips, his dark eyes glittering with amusement and challenge. "Ah... so you're my dad's friend's daughter?" "Yes." Her gaze met his, unwavering and bold. "And don't even think for a second that I'm afraid of you." For a heartbeat, the world outside ceased to exist. The mountains, the fading sunlight, the scent of pine-it all became a stage for a silent war of wills, a playful clash of stubborn hearts, and sparks neither dared to name. Childhood memories, teasing laughter, and quiet familiarity hovered between them, threatening to ignite into something neither had expected. Two stubborn souls, bound by the plans of their fathers. Pride, teasing, mischief, and hidden attraction collide under the watchful eyes of the mountains. They resist.💘 They deny.👉🏻👈🏻 They fall... slowly, recklessly, irresistibly.💓 Will their stubborn hearts keep them apart, or will fate-and a little mischief-finally bind them together? ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^ Tropes: Arranged Marriage, Childhood Connection, Slow Burn, Mischievous × Stubborn, Artist × IPS Officer, Teasing & Flirting, Small Town × Mountain Life, Emotional Drama ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_