Karma

Rumah ini dulunya dihuni oleh Rarashati dan ibunya, Nyai Romlah. Pasca Nyai Romlah meninggal, tinggallah si Rara di rumah ini sendirian. Sayang seribu sayang. Sebulan setelah kematian ibunya, Rara juga meninggal. Tidak ada yang tahu pasti apa penyebab kematiannya. Namun, semua penduduk meyakini dia meninggal karena kesepian dan putus asa. Memang tidak ada ditemukan tindak kekerasan di tubuhnya. Hanya saja ada yang aneh ketika dia dimandikan. Perutnya terlihat membuncit. Padahal tubuhnya kurus kering. Semua orang mengira mungkin Rara mengidap busung lapar. Sehingga abai dengan perihal tersebut. Sampai akhirnya sehari setelah dikubur, warga yang melintas di kuburan baru tersebut mendengar tangisan bayi. Mengeak-ngeak di malam buta. Mereka bergegas ke arah sumber suara. Mendapati kuburan seperti habis diacak-acak. Seolah-olah ada yang keluar dari dalam lubang. Parahnya, mayat Rarashati terlihat menggantung di dahan pohon beringin yang menaungi kuburan tersebut. Tanpa kain kafan, tanpa sehelai benang pun menutupi tubuh telanjangnya. Dan yang paling mengherankan, dia memeluk sesosok bayi yang sedang menyusu kepadanya.

Deema, wanita cantik berusia 24 tahun tanpa sengaja memergoki suaminya, Bhanu. Pria berusia 27 tahun yang bekerja serabutan itu bersama dengan mantan kekasihnya, Afseen, wanita yang lebih muda. Tak tahan dengan pemandangan yang dia lihat, Deema menghampiri keduanya. Melihat istrinya, pria itu menarik Deema menjauh. Bahkan pria itu meminta istrinya untuk pergi dan mengancam akan menceraikannya kalau tidak menuruti perkataan pria itu. Deema pun diam dan menurut. Semalaman, wanita itu menunggu suaminya. Namun, pria itu tak jua pulang. Hingga akhirnya tertidur. Pagi buta Bhanu pulang dan keributan terjadi di antara mereka. Bahkan, pria itu mengungkit malam pertama mereka. Pertengkaran tersebut berakhir pada ucapan talak oleh, Bhanu. Namun, tanpa sengaja Nirmala, wanita berusia 55 tahun yang notabene adalah ibunya Bhanu tak terima putranya menceraikan Deema. Wanita itu marah pada putranya itu. Pada akhirnya, Deema memilih pergi dari rumah Bhanu. Baginya tak ada alasan untuk bertahan. Bertahan justru akan menyakitinya. Wanita itu memilih pergi daripada hidup dalam penderitaan. Suatu ketika, Deema mengunjungi Nirmala. Wanita itu hendak menjenguk sang mertua. Walau bagaimana pun, wanita itu sudah baik padanya. Hubungannya dengan Bhanu boleh berakhir, tapi hubungan di antara mereka tak bisa berakhir. Sayangnya, tanpa sengaja dia datang ke rumah Nirmala berbarengan dengan kedatangan Bhanu dan Afseen. Kedatangan mereka hendak meminta restu pada ibunya. Apalagi Afseen sedang mengandung anak pria itu. Bukan hanya itu, Bhanu juga meminta Deema untuk mengajukan perceraian terhadapnya dengan alasan akan lebih mudah putus jika pihak wanita yang melakukannya. Memiliki pemikiran yang luas, Deema menolak permintaan Bhanu. Hingga suatu ketika pria itu mengancam dan akhirnya Deema menggugatnya. Ujian bertubi-tubi dihadapi Deema. Tak berselang usai perceraiannya, ayahnya mendapat musibah. Tanah garapan pria itu dirampas oleh orang kepercayaannya. Beruntung ada Farabi, pria berusia 30 tahun yang mau membantunya dengan syarat wanita itu mau menikah denganya.

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.

Think you love someone from your heart. You can do anything to for the person you love. But she or he is not ready to accept u and your love.. What will happen then?Meet Aadhya sengupta... A girl not beautiful at all by looks but has heart of gold, she is introvert, has no sense of make up or dressing. She is 19 years old but she is different from the girls in her age.. She has a passion for writing... She write stories or I say write her dreams.. Yes you hear it right.. But what will happen when this not so beautiful girl slapped a Millionaire who will not let her go in any cost for taking his revenge by marry her? Meet... Veer Roy who is a millionaire. He can get any girl he want but what happens when he marry the girl who slapped him for taking his revenge? Is this the only reason behind his marriage with Aadhya or here is something he is hiding? So join the journey of love, hate, misunderstanding and secrets.Let's join the journey of Aadhya and her husband veer to know more read the story.....

« Mademoiselle Lebrun, nous avions suivi vos instructions à la lettre : le corps ‘mort' vous ressemblait en tous points. Nous devions le livrer dans dix jours, directement sur le lieu de votre mariage avec Monsieur Humbert. » Au bout du fil, la voix calme de l'employé procurait enfin un peu de répit à Doriane Lebrun, dont les nerfs étaient à vif depuis des semaines. « Parfait, je vous remercie », répondait-elle. « Tout est en ordre, rassurez-vous. Aucune suspicion n'est possible : l'identification sera indiscutable. » Doriane sentait alors son souffle lui revenir, comme si un poids immense se soulevait. Elle prenait encore quelques minutes pour confirmer les derniers détails de l'opération avant de raccrocher. Puis, recomposant son masque de sérénité, elle franchissait la porte de la loge privée. À l'intérieur, les rires et les conversations s'éteignaient instantanément à son entrée, comme coupés au couteau.

I was the real daughter of the Sinclair family, yet I was the one abandoned when their fake daughter and I were kidnapped and taken to the top of a building. They were given a choice between the two of us, and they chose to save the fake daughter, letting me be pushed off from the eighteenth-floor balcony. Even though I survived, I was completely disappointed in them. Then, their attitudes changed overnight. My parents, who despised me, started asking me about my likes and dislikes. My brother who wished me dead, started suddenly giving me precious jewelry. Even my fiancé, who always claimed I was nothing compared to the fake daughter, started to prepare for our wedding. To say I was confused was an understatement.

My husband was the leader of the rescue team. As I was trapped in a cave and surrounded by a pack of wolves, I desperately called him over and over. Yet, he hung up on me every single time. When the fire nearly burnt out and the wolves got closer, he finally called me and angrily accused me, "Can you stop wasting public resources? I'm the rescue team leader first, and then your husband." In the background, I heard a soft, feminine voice saying, "Howard, my arm has a cut. Can you take me to the hospital?" I was familiar with that voice. It was my husband's first love. Ever since her husband died, she clung to him. And my husband... He didn't just tolerate it; rather, he seemed to enjoy it. A wave of despair washed over me as I ended the call. My hands were trembling, and I tried to call the police, but before I could, the leader of the wolves pounced on me. I fell hard to the ground, and the rest of the pack, sensing the signal, ran toward me at an extraordinary speed. I didn't stand a chance to fight back, and in mere moments, I was ripped into pieces. Before my consciousness slipped away, I struggled to glance down at my lower abdomen one last time, and my lips quivered. "My baby, I'm sorry I failed you…"

Le jour où j'ai décidé de donner mon corps à la science, ma famille s'est rassemblée autour de ma sœur adoptive, Chloé, pour fêter son admission dans un programme expérimental de pointe. Celle qui était censée avoir un cancer du cerveau, c'était moi. Mais Chloé avait profité de la position de mon mari, Zane, à l'hôpital pour échanger ses dossiers médicaux sains contre mon diagnostic en phase terminale. Elle m'a volé ainsi la seule chance que j'avais de survivre. Et le pire ? Tout le monde l'a applaudie. La douleur est devenue insupportable. J'ai lutté pour rester présente, jusqu'au moment où j'ai surpris les infirmières chuchotant : « Heureusement que le docteur Zane a obtenu cette place pour Chloé. Ils disaient qu'il ne lui restait que trois jours à vivre. » Alors, pendant les soixante-douze dernières heures de ma vie, j'ai tout lâché, en silence. Quand j'ai remis à Chloé les manuscrits originaux de mes romans, dans lesquels j'avais mis toute mon âme, mon père et mon frère m'ont adressé un sourire satisfait. Quand Zane a décidé d'exaucer le vœu soi-disant ultime de Chloé en l'épousant, il m'a tendu les papiers du divorce. J'ai signé sans la moindre hésitation. Il a soupiré et m'a félicitée d'être enfin raisonnable. Et quand c'est moi qui ai poussé notre fille, Olivia, à appeler Chloé « maman », Olivia s'est exclamée que sa nouvelle maman était la meilleure. « Ne t'inquiète pas, » m'a rassurée Zane. « C'est juste pour la protéger pour l'instant. Une fois qu'elle sera partie, tout reviendra vers toi. » J'ai tout donné à Chloé, exactement comme ils le voulaient. Alors pourquoi, quand ils ont découvert que tout cela n'était qu'un mensonge abject inventé par Chloé, sont-ils venus pleurer pour ça, en disant que c'est moi qu'ils avaient toujours voulu ?

My sister gets into an accident and needs an emergency blood transfusion when I'm six months pregnant. After a round of tests, my blood is the only suitable one. I'm exhausted and too skinny after being tormented by morning sickness. I have to say no. However, my family forces me to do it. I have no strength to resist; I can only beg my husband for help. To my devastation, he stands by and watches me coldly. "It's fine for you to donate some blood since you're so healthy. Queenie isn't the same as you—she has a bright future ahead, so we can't let anything affect that." I pass out after the blood donation. The first thing I do when I wake up is make an appointment for an abortion.

It was almost New Year. I had just withdrawn money from the bank when I noticed that the amount on my passbook didn't match the cash in my hand. I counted carefully—my passbook showed a different figure than the five thousand dollars I was holding. Frustrated, I turned and went back to the counter to find the teller who had handled my transaction. Clutching the receipt, I tried to be polite. "Excuse me, I think there might be a mistake with this transaction." Instantly, she snapped, pointing her finger at my nose. "Don't you know that once you leave the counter, we are not responsible for any discrepancies?" I waved my hands, trying to explain. "No, wait, look again. I clearly withdrew five thousand dollars, but on my passbook, it shows…" She cut me off impatiently. "When you filled out the form, it was all right there. Once you leave the counter, it's not our problem. You signed the form yourself, confirming everything. Are we supposed to correct it every time someone claims a mistake after leaving the bank?" I froze. No wonder she kept repeating that the bank isn't responsible after leaving the counter. She thought I had come back to ask for more money. What I was really trying to explain was simple: I withdrew five thousand, yet my passbook showed that I deposited five thousand.