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A girl returns from the office, moving wearily towards her room. She drops her bag near the door and slumps down on her bed, feeling utterly exhausted after working the whole day.
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๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐.. ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ โ ๏ธ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐๐จ ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ค (๐๐+) Sakshi had just stepped into her nineteenth year. She was not like other girls - instead, she was very timid, shy, and quiet, with a heart as pure as holy water. She grew up in a family of five, where every day she saw her father hurting and torturing her mother without any reason. Watching this pain at home, Sakshi slowly lost all her dreams about marriage and love. To her, marriage was not something beautiful - it was something to fear. One day, without asking for her opinion or even telling anyone else, her father fixed her marriage with a man a few years older than her. Hearing this, Sakshi felt her world fall apart. Fear gripped her heart - what if her future husband turned out just like her father? What if her life became another cage of pain and sadness? Terrified and helpless, Sakshi stands at the edge of a new life she never asked for. What will happen to her now? Will her husband bring her happiness, or will history repeat itself? ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ๐ โจโจ
๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐. ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ค (๐๐+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available โจโจ
Completed โ๏ธ I gathered my courage and looked straight into her eyes. "I love you, Ankita," I confessed sincerely. Her body stiffened at my words, and she looked at me with numb eyes. I gave a small smile and continued, "I myself don't know how and when it happened, but I started falling for you, Ankita. I realize that I can't live with-" Before I could finish, she slap me hard, shocking me. I looked back at her, holding my burning cheek. She was looking at me with teary eyes."Ankita," I murmured in shock. "How could you, Aryan? I didn't expect you to stoop so low," she said, her innocent eyes now filled with pure disgust. I tried to explain, "Ankita, you're misunderstanding everything. I-" "Do you even know what relationship I share with you? I'm your brother's wife, your bhabhi, for God's sake! And you're lusting after your own bhabhi?" she spat at me, her words cutting deep. My entire body froze, and my eyes blurred with tears. I took a step back, the painful lump in my throat making it hard to speak. Is loving someone such a crime nowadays? What's my fault? Can anyone tell me? My intentions were never wrong. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my emotions in check. Ankita, a young widow, and her journey towards healing and love. With a few-months-old son, Ansh, she is still grieving the loss of her husband, Aditya. As she navigates life as a single mother, Aryan, Aditya's twin brother, steps in to support her. As they spend more time together, Aryan slowly starts to fall for Ankita. Destiny has given her a second chance to experience love again. Now, let's see what Ankita will do-grab the opportunity or destroy her beautiful future with her own hands.
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Collection of short stories ๐๐
Collection of short stories (18+) Completed (โ๏ธ)
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