"Who husband? Which husband are you talking about?" His brown eyes started to get darker. "Why are you talking like that? It's you who is my husband! We got married just a few days back!" Angry tears blurred her vision. Letting a humorous chuckle out, he marched towards her, "We got married? Really? Don't tell me you believed in that stupid fake wedding." "Are you out of your mind! Stupid fake wedding?! How can you call it a fake wedding when all the rituals were performed and we got married in the witness of God-Goddess, nature and all the people present there?" Those tears finally left her eyes. "You silly girl, you know it very well why in the first place we are here and in which situation we went through that stupid wedding! That wedding holds no place for me. Do you get that?" His nose was flaring with anger. "Stop! Please stop it! Are you even listening to yourself? You are calling our marriage stupid and on top of that, you are saying it holds no place for you. How could you!" She started throwing punches on his chest with her tiny fist making him angrier. He increased the hold of his handle on his sword, trying to control himself. "Fine! Our wedding holds no place for you, right? Then what was that which happened on our wedding night? Why did you claim your husbandly rights on me? Why did you consummate our marriage?" She roared with anger and pain. The wind suddenly started to increase its pace. The dark sky darkens more. The already cold weather became chilling cold. Leaves and soil started to fly with the breeze. The atmosphere became very scary but she was so immersed in her pain to notice it. "Tell me why? Huh, why? Don't you have an answer to it?" She was abruptly stopped as her legs didn't touch the ground. Her back touched the tree, legs floating in the air as her neck was grabbed by his one hand. He lost it. He was unable to control himself, his anger... his true self.

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

Do you love me? Do you know me? Have I ever come in your dreams? Do you know my name? I live just beside your house. I see you everyday. You are like a cloud. You are like a rain. You are a nature for me. For me, you are the whole universe. but do you know me? Maybe you don't... but I know only you. Only you. Maybe some day you will turn your face and look at me. You will see how much a stranger loves you and you sill ask me, who am I? where do I live? and then i will say, I live beside your house. I see you everyday. You are my dream, my hope, my pain, my sorrow and my happiness. and I'm Viraj. Only Yours....

She is his first wife's step-sister. He married to save her from humiliation. Read to know more.......

"Do you want me to f*ck your brains out?" I don't understand this kind of language and i don't like it. "Look at you...so wet..ready for my dick...but do you remember the night when I tried making love to you but you cried out suddenly...you make me feel like a ra*ist but now look at yourself...you are craving for my dick...you want me to f*ck you so hard...you are dripping like a wh*re" He showed me his finger which is covered in my wetness. I immediately got off the sofa. I broke into violent sobs after hearing such words from him. "What do you want Ashutosh? What do you want?? You want me to leave? I'm leaving then...i can't handle this anymore..." I immediately walked towards the door to leave but he grabbed me from behind. "You are not going anywhere...do you understand?" "Let go... I can't stay and cry here all the time..." I tried pulling my hand back from his grip but he dragged me inside our bedroom and locked the door.

"Sometimes, I just have to let her win, because losing the argument is easier than losing her." The man who married her on gun point, crushed her plans, dreams, life,. Who left her trembling in fright, Who threatened her, Is the one stating such a statement, isn't it ironic? ● Book-1 of 'UNEXPECTED TURN ' 》》》》》》》 "Can you please leave... your presence suffocates me" " OKAYHH..." he said shaking his head. He stood at a distance, eyed her with some unreadable expression. " hmm... to tum bhooke pyase,.. mere khilaf ansan karna chahti ho" (So you want to go on a hunger strike against me?!!) He picked up water jug perched on cupboard,.. she glanced at him and glass jug alternatively. * smash* she shut her eyes in reflex. The glass jug was scattered on ground in pieces, along with water. "Then do it properly!"

Zoya believed in her God more than herself because she thinks that God only makes our today and tomorrow, if bad happens then good also happens. Well, she is absolutely right. We should have faith in god cause he is the only one who loves us unconditionally But Everything changed when he ruined her, just one mistake she did was messing up with him. He....raped her. you heard it right, just because of a small matter he did that to her. ••• "Ho gayi meri izzat barbaad ammi." She said as her tears were flowing as if blood. (I'm destroyed mom) "Galti kardi usne, chukani to padegi." He said while smirking. (She made a mistake, now she needs to pay.) ••• "Zoya, he is very powerful, you can't do anything, Even if you send him to jail, he would come out no matter what! and then he'll not spare you." Her friend said making her anger burst. "So, what do you mean to let him go easily?. She probably yelled at her. ••• "Dekhti hun kaise niklte ho bahar, Tumhe kya lga tumhari dhamkiyon se darti hun mai? Zindagi bhar salakho ke piche he rehna, kamse kam pata To chale kisi ladki ke sath kehlne ke baad kya hota hai." she said throwing the papers. (I'll see how you come out, what do you think I'm scared of you? Stay behind the bars for lifetime at least you realize what happens after playing with a girl?) "Zindagi bhar mujhe salakho ke piche rahna padega asi dhamki di thi na? 6 ghante ke andar tumhare ghar mein, tumhare smane, tumhare itne kareeb khada hun." he said pointing his gun at her forehead . ••• what will Zoya do? will he accept his mistake or he'll make it worst? will he seek for forgiveness from khuda (god). Will zoya believe in god and let the things happen in her life? with whom her destiny will end KHUDA or MOHABBAT ? Note:- This story doesn't contain any mature scene. It's not your typical fairytale, if you're looking for an innocent and weak girl then you're wrong. I wrote this when I was 13. Nee

She fell first. She fell harder. Then, she fell even harder. "Amaal, he's married!" my best friend Fatima shouted at me. I met her gaze, unfazed. "I know, Fatima." Her brows furrowed as she gripped my hand. "How can you love him? This happened four years ago! He's married now, Amaal. He has a two-year-old daughter. And if you really want him... you have to leave Kashmir." I stood up, my voice unwavering. "I'm not going anywhere. Kashmir is my home." Fatima's hand rested on my shoulder. "You have to go to Delhi for him. You know that, right?" The moment she said *Delhi*, my hands and legs trembled. My breaths grew ragged, my voice barely a whisper. "I will never go to Delhi." Tears spilled down my cheeks as I bolted to my room, locking myself inside. Behind me, Fatima's voice broke through my panic. "Amaal, it's okay. You're not going to Delhi. Please, calm down!" But how could I? Because *Delhi* wasn't just a place. It was a past I never wanted to return to.

When a life is chosen for you, and the price of silence is paid in broken pieces, the heart wonders: was it ever really living?

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.