Sarpanch Wife Novels & Stories

The dark brown hair swiftly caresses her face, getting attached to the slightly red skin because of sweat. Her exhausted eyes keep monitoring the food, which is releasing a flavorful aroma of seasoning. Today, she is going to meet her husband, a billionaire who has been away from her since the day she said, "I do!" Gwen Stacy is the obedient wife of a billionaire businessman who said goodbye before saying "I do," signing the marriage papers and getting no chance to look at his wife or let his wife see him.

, she stopped him. "What will people say about you Karan? Don't you think you should be with your wife and not her sister? Come on go fast or else your wife will think you are again behind me", she said and walked out. Karan was fuming in rage but drank his anger realising she was right. He needs to be with his wife but he was here talking with his ex. Turning his heels he walked into the room and saw his wife coming into the living room with Ira and Farha behind her.

I played my role flawlessly. But my mind circled only one thing. Selene. She stood just apart from the discussion, close enough to belong, distant enough to remain untouched by the business itself. She wasn’t trying to draw attention. That was what made it impossible not to look. Her stillness was intentional. Her composure effortless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Forbidden. I told myself I was imagining it. That this was nothing more than proximity, fatigue, a lapse in discipline. Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts.

he said to me patting my head mockingly to show me that he was owner of my life which unfortunately he was. I walked to the door and opened the door to go out but stopped hearing his words “Never forget that you are my wife first and then anything else. you only have one identity, Raghavi Vikrant Singh Shekhawat wife of Vikrant Singh Shekhawat” Raghavi Vikrant Singh Shekhawat, puppet of Vikrant Singh Shekhawat, my real identity. *****

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?

A small handwritten note had been added beneath the final clause. Her eyes narrowed. “This wasn't in the original contract.” Damien's expression changed. Sophia pointed at it. “What does this mean?” Damien looked at the note. For the first time since he had entered the café, his confidence disappeared. Sophia slowly read the words aloud. “The wife must never investigate the circumstances surrounding Richard Reed's downfall.” Her blood ran cold. She looked at Damien. “What does my father have to do with our marriage?” Damien said nothing but his silence made Sophia's heart began pounding.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."