Karma

Ananya Singhania has spent her life trying to impress her mother, a conservative narcissist who never acknowledges her efforts. Despite her hard work and dedication, Ananya's achievements always fall short in her mother's eyes. Her solace comes from her deep bond with her brother, who loves her unconditionally and sees her as his precious little sister. In school, Ananya had a crush on a boy who saw her as nothing more than a bookworm and ignored her. Years later, fate brings them together under different circumstances. Ananya is now a beautiful and dedicated doctor, while Aakash Malhotra has become a ruthless, handsome businessman with a dark secret. As one of the most eligible bachelors and a notorious playboy, Aakash is drawn to the transformed Ananya, seeing her as his next conquest. The love Ananya once felt for Aakash blossoms again, but she questions whether he feels the same or if he will simply use her and break her heart. As their paths intertwine, Ananya must navigate the complexities of her revived feelings and the reality of Aakash's intentions. Will Ananya be able to overcome the heartbreak and move on with her life? Or will Aakash realize his mistake and seek redemption? Dive into this compelling story to discover the answers and explore the intricate dance of love, ambition, and redemption.

Le premier amour d'Adrien Monteil a été diagnostiqué de SIDA dans notre hôpital, j'ai enfreint les règles de l'hôpital en lui parlant de ça. Mais il pense que je lui mens. Il m'accuse d'avoir causé la mort d'un patient et m'envoie en prison. Puis il drogue mon verre de lait. Enceinte de huit semaines, je fais une hémorragie. Je lui demande de l'aide, mais il me repousse : « Enfin, plus personne ne m'empêchera d'être avec Juju. » Quand je réouvre mes yeux, je reviens au jour où son premier amour est diagnostiquée de SIDA. Cette fois, je ne lui dis rien mais demande seulement la rupture. Puisqu'il l'aime tant, autant les laisser s'unir.

WARNING!!! 18+++ Pastikan usia kalian sudah dewasa untuk membaca cerita ini! “Kalau aku tertarik padamu, apa kau akan membuka hatimu untukku?” Aneesa membalas tatapan Marcello yang menatapnya dengan lembut, tetapi sangat serius. Seperti bukan Marcello yang dikenalnya, tetapi kemudian tertawa pelan lalu meneguk Bacardi dan menatap Marcello dengan geli. “Jawaban bodoh macam apa? Kau sudah punya gadis yang kau incar, dan aku pasti bukan tipemu, kan?” katanya sembari melepaskan lengannya dan berbalik. Namun, Marcello menarik siku Aneesa kemudian lengannya melingkar di pinggang gadis itu dan hanya dalam hitungan detik bibir Marcello telah berada di bibir Aneesa. Aroma Bacardi yang kuat segera memenuhi penciuman Marcello, begitu pula rasanya—hangat, namun sedikit manis dan membakar di tenggorokan seperti campuran amarah, gengsi, dan sesuatu yang tak bisa dikendalikan. Aneesa terpaku, tubuhnya menegang di antara lengan Marcello yang menahannya agar tidak beranjak. Untuk sesaat dunia di sekeliling mereka seolah lenyap, hanya ada degup jantungnya yang terpacu cepat di dada, berpadu dengan napas Marcello yang terasa di kulitnya. Sentuhan lembut bibir Marcello di bibirnya bak ribuan bujuk rayu yang terus mendesaknya dan Aneesa pun perlahan membuka bibirnya. Menyerah dan membiarkan Marcello mencumbuinya kemudian perlahan membalas ciuman Marcello. Aneesa mengerang, tubuhnya merapat pada Marcello, dan sesuatu yang menyiksa bergelung di bawah perutnya. Namun, akal sehatnya menghampiri membuatnya tersadar jika seharusnya tetap pada batasan dan tidak melewatinya. Ada begitu banyak suara di kepala Aneesa, sangat berisik membuat Aneesa memilih memejamkan matanya lagi. Namun, Marcello justru kembali menciumnya. Kali ini lebih lembut, tidak begitu memaksa dan membuat Aneesa ingin menangis karena meskipun menyadari ada batasan yang seharusnya tidak dilewati nyatanya tubuhnya seperti kehilangan kontrol dan sepenuhnya mendambakan sentuhan Marcello.

Mon fils cadet de 7 ans a été mordu par un serpent. Je l'ai immédiatement emmené à l'hôpital de mon fils aîné pour le soigner. Cependant, à ma grande surprise, la petite amie de mon fils aîné m'a prise pour une maîtresse. Non seulement elle a empêché mon fils cadet de recevoir le sérum, mais elle m'a aussi giflée. « Mon petit ami et moi, nous sommes un couple bien assorti comme s'il est fait par le ciel. Comment osez-vous venir me provoquer en public avec votre enfant illégitime ? » Elle m'a poussée par terre et m'a battue, en même temps, elle a même menacé : « Une sal*pe comme vous deviendra sage une fois que vous avez reçu une leçon. » Je suis restée toute meurtrie après avoir été battue et j'ai été emmenée à la salle d'urgence. Le chirurgien principal était mon fils aîné. Il tenait le scalpel et tremblait violemment, pâle, il a demandé : « Maman, qui t'a battue comme ça ? »

My husband is a haute couture designer. When his true love goes blind in her right eye, he goes to his mother's ward and asks her for help in getting me to sign an organ donation agreement. What he doesn't know is that I'm already dead.

My mother claims my husband has cheated on me and pushes me to get a divorce. I want to collect evidence before proceeding with anything—if it's true, I have to uphold my rights. Yet she causes a scene at an art exhibition I've worked on for three years, humiliating me in public and making me sound like a gold digger. "How are you any different from a prostitute when you're holding this dumb exhibition with a man's money? I didn't raise you to be a gold digger! How can you be so revolting?" She slashes the million-dollar paintings in the exhibition, claiming that she's doing this for my good. She wants me to see the error of my ways and return to the right path. Meanwhile, I clutch my bloody hand, which she slashed with her blade. I say, "You say you want me to return to the right path, but is that what it really is? You want me to divorce my legally wedded husband, who's a CEO, without a penny to my name. "Then, you want me to marry a 45-year-old cheap man who has a child and no money? He even wants me to support him!"

I'm severely allergic to many things, so my husband buys a separate villa for me. It's supposed to be sort of a nursing home. When my future daughter-in-law learns about this, she thinks my son is cheating on her. She breaks my bones to vent her anger. When she finds out I'm her future mother-in-law, she caresses her belly and looks at me smugly. "I'm already pregnant with Shawn's child. Think about whether you want this child to make it into this world." What she doesn't know is that the Ziegler family's fortune belongs to me and that Shawn Ziegler is only my adoptive son.

In my past life, I worked at a secret research lab abroad. From there, I learned the pyro-calypse was approaching, so I quit my job, intending to gather my family to stockpile necessities and hide out in the mountains. However, my evil mother, her lover, and my brother killed me. When I next open my eyes, I find myself reborn on the day I return home. This time, I keep the news to myself and stockpile necessities in our mountain villa. At the same time, I get revenge on my evil family and make them get the punishment they deserve.

During the three years after I'm diagnosed with a malignant tumor, my husband performs over 30 major surgeries on me so he can keep me around to donate my corneas to his true love. Finally, when she has the courage to face her illness under his encouragement, he follows a doctor's advise and gives up on treating me. I laugh when taking my last breath. He has no idea that the cancer has already spread to my eyes. He won't be transplanting my corneas in his true love's eyes—he'll be planting cancer in her.

"Semenjak ada kamu, kampung ini jadi tidak aman. Karena ulahmu kami semua ditelor oleh makhluk-makhluk itu," Sri tidak menyangka jika kedatangannya ke Garut untuk menghindari bahaya, malah membawanya ke dalam bahaya yang lebih besar.