Matrimonial Rites

Drishti : a 25 year old who wants to leave her parents and settle far away from them, especially her mom. She works for a Matrimonial company in daytime where she plays the role of a matchmaker for people and from evening to night she works for a call centre. She has only one motive in her life and that is to exhaust herself so much that when she returns home she can go to sleep directly without thinking anything about her parents. Rakshit : a 28 year old, works as an employee for a MNC. He lives with his mother who is a heart patient. He needs a wife in a week for a major reason and can do anything for that. So let's see if Rakshit and drishti will come together to become Drikshit. Note: It may be an Indian story but there is nothing in it that non-indians won't understand.So my dear non-indian readers please do give it a try... I won't disappoint you:)

Le jour de notre victoire au championnat de cheerleading, tout le stade nous acclamait. Pourtant, mon frère Sacha Baume m'a jeté une bouteille d'eau depuis les gradins en criant : « Pour gagner, tu as blessé Mia juste avant la compétition ! Tu savais pour sa leucémie… Son dernier vœu était de remporter ce trophée. Tu l'as trahie par ambition. Je ne veux plus de sœur comme toi. » Wilfrid Marais, mon fiancé et sponsor officiel, a annulé ma victoire devant tous : « Tu as pris des substances interdites. Tu ne mérites pas ce titre. » Les supporters m'ont boycottée. Ils ont même retouché mes photos en faire des avis de décès et me les ont envoyées. Je les ai gardées précieusement. Je savais que j'en aurais bientôt besoin : mon diagnostic de tumeur maligne au cerveau datait déjà d'un mois. Avant de mourir, j'allais devenir celle qu'ils attendaient de moi : une femme polie, raisonnable, qui protège sa sœur cadette et qui ne ment plus...

Jessica Johnson happily accepts to enter into an arranged marriage with Ethan Mitchell, her first love, even when she knows that he feels nothing for her romantically. She dedicates her time and effort for the first few years of their marriage in hopes of getting Ethan to change his mind and finally fall in love with her. Her whole world comes crashing down when he reveals to her that another woman is carrying his child and requests that she leaves their matrimonial home immediately. “I love you, Ethan” Jessica says watching as her words fall on deaf ears. Unknown to him was the positive result of the pregnancy test that Jessica had gotten from the hospital earlier on in the day. Years later, their paths cross again at his mother’s birthday party, where Ethan is surprised to see Jessica with a baby boy that looked like him. “Is he my child,Jess?” Ethan asks, backing Jessica into a corner. “No child of mine will ever have you as a father.” Jessica replied furiously, watching as guilt consumed Ethan.    

At twenty-two, Danielle Hartford struggled to manage the matrimonial firm she inherited from her mother. A surprise email from Vincent Cromwell requesting her agency for their services seemed like the blessing she needed. However, when the seventy-two-year-old Cromwell demanded a bride for himself, Danielle was disappointed. She had expected it to be for his drooling hot grandson, Knox Zachary Cromwell, the one she nurtured a crush on. Knox tried everything in his power to stop his grandfather from getting married to produce an heir. When nothing worked, he proposed a deal to Danielle to give him a male heir in return for a huge amount of money. Her love for him, her need to save her business, made her give in. However, she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Soon, Vincent Cromwell married against his grandson's wishes. Thinking it was an underhanded ploy, Knox destroyed Danielle’s business. Danielle left the city forever with her daughter, handing him his male heir. Would Knox ever realize what he had done?

“And what’s in it for you?” He stared at me, his black eyes piercing through mine, “I get to fuck you, anytime, any day, anywhere. In my house, you’ll be whatever I want you to be. And in return, I’ll destroy him to his last limb.” ********** When Selene faces harsh betrayal from her mate and her husband, catching him and her sister on her matrimonial bed on her birthday, she’s angry and very hurt. When she confronted him, he embarrasses her publicly, even stripping her down to nothing with no remorse. When fate brings Alpha Adrian to her door, someone for no reason wants to destroy her ex mate, with nothing to her name, she agrees to the deal, thinking it’s nothing but just fucking him everytime. *********** “She agreed to the deal? What are you going to do now?” Adrian chuckles, clenching the paper in his hands. He was going to make her remember, and he was going to destroy her in every single way.

No acidente de avião, um dos paraquedas a bordo estava danificado. No momento de maior desespero, Miguel Pereira me entregou o último paraquedas. Consegui aterrissar em segurança, mas minha irmã, Daniela Castro, filha ilegítima, morreu devido à queda do avião. Após nossa salvação, Miguel escolheu cumprir o compromisso matrimonial, e celebramos um grande casamento. No entanto, após seis anos de casamento, ele ainda me via com ódio, acreditando que eu fui responsável pela morte de Daniela. Fui tratada como inimiga, vivendo uma vida pior que a morte durante esses seis anos. Finalmente, quando o divórcio parecia iminente, Miguel optou por morrer comigo no mesmo lugar onde Daniela havia falecido. Mas, ao abrir os olhos novamente, percebi que havia voltado para o dia do acidente. Dessa vez, decidi deixar a chance de sobrevivência para a pessoa que ele mais amava.

“I want you to fuck me until I am unable to walk anymore. I want you to fuck me until I reach my peak several times and do not have strength to get there anymore. Fuck me, daddy.” “As you wish, sunshine.” Caelia felt miserable after walking in on her fiancé, naked and lost with another MAN on what was supposed to be their matrimonial bed in few weeks. He was gay! Hurt and upset, she found a bar and drown her pain in bottles of wine. What started as a night of pain ended with a weak, naked body after multiple orgasm. Getting home the next day, she found out that the irresistible stranger she had a night stand with was the one that had been sponsoring her education for years, the only father figure in her life who was just back in the country after a recent divorce with his wife- Aric Phoenixbourne. Two heartbroken hearts meet, will they find a way to mend their broken hearts? ** “Forget all that happened, I am old enough to be your father.” She moved closer, swinging her hand around his neck. “Can I call you daddy?”

Life was going smoothly for Zara after she left everything behind, just to elope with her high school lover. They left the country together with the money she was able to save, and got married. But it took a big twist when she found her husband cheating on her on their matrimonial bed. Due to chronic stress and emotional distress, she went into labour, and ended up losing her child all because of her husband’s cruelness. When she was discharged from the hospital, she got welcomed back with a divorce paper from her husband. Unable to face the pains and humiliation, she went back home, but it was too late. Her family had already disowned her. She had no choice than to make a phone call which she never thought she would make after what she did years ago. After the phone call, helicopters filled the sky around her. “Will you run away just like you did two years ago?” A smirk appeared on the billionaire’s face. “No. Let’s get married, today.” She proposed, her eyes filled with determination.

She ends up with a man who regards her as nothing. He cheats on her and always reminds her that she is bad luck to him. Sarah was hopeless, she hated that he wasn't changing despite her efforts to make him love her, and those struggles ended when she lost her baby through miscarriage because of the hell she was going through. Thinking that it was the end, she caught her husband on their matrimonial bed with his assistant, and before she could say a word, she was forced to sign a divorce paper. Overwhelmed with heartbreak, Sarah left the marriage, but what neither of them was expecting was that Sarah was the heiress to a Billionaire's fortune. Joe, a man who had supported and cared for Sarah during her difficult times, was in love with her and wanted to marry her. Mark, Sarah's ex-husband returns and begs for a second chance. Sarah recalls the child she lost because of him, and that made her more bitter. To handle all those fortunes, she needs a man by her side, now she's left with two options and choose just one.....forgive her ex-husband or marry Joe to be her contracted husband.

In Alabama’s rot-soaked bayous, Drucilla Drakes survives by three rules: silence, scars, and never letting Louise—her Bible-thumping captor—catch her hoping. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding beneath a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales: New Orleans’ most notorious runaway, a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with grease-stained hands and a death wish. He doesn’t save people—he survives them. Yet in Dru’s lashed flesh and hellfire gaze, he sees his own shattered reflection. Their bond is gasoline and matches. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—hunts them relentlessly. Louise, armed with voodoo rites and the chaos-hungry loa Marinette, vows to break Dru. Their only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a lethal bargain: *“Her soul or yours.”* Fleeing through the Deep South’s cursed underbelly, they dodge cartel hitmen, haunted swamps, and safehouses reeking of betrayal. Dark magic seeps into old wounds; family secrets tighten like nooses. Dragon swears he’s too ruined to love. Dru knows she’s too shattered to trust. But in the bayou’s choking heat, desire is a grenade they can’t outrun. This isn’t a fairytale. It’s switchblade kisses and saintly curses—a collision of fire and ruin where protectors become predators. Dru doesn’t need saving; she needs an inferno. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter and nothing left to burn. Will they raze the South to ashes, or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands? One truth remains: in the bayou, even survival leaves scars. **Warning:** No princes here. Just bayou smoke, blood-soaked magic, and the kind of love that devours.