Wallpaper Boruto Mode Karma

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.

Sebuah perjalanan seorang wanita pendosa untuk menemukan cinta yang sesungguhnya. Hingga mempertemukannya dengan seorang Gus, anak dari seorang Kiai dari sebuah pondok pesantren yang cukup terkenal di kota Banten. Cover by pexel

Setelah lulus dari program pelatihan sosialita, adikku bersumpah akan menikah dengan orang kaya. Demi merekayasa pertemuan yang tidak disengajakan, dia mengemudikan mobil baruku dan ingin menabrak bagian belakang mobil Hayden Stewart, seorang sosok berpengaruh di komunitas kalangan atas Kota Gatrea. Aku menginjak rem tepat waktu dan memberitahunya bahwa anggota Keluarga Stewart tidaklah bodoh. Keluarga kami juga tidak mungkin sanggup membayar ganti rugi mobil Hayden. Setelahnya, Hayden mengadakan resepsi pernikahan mewah nan megah yang menggemparkan seluruh negeri. Adikku merasa sangat cemburu dan mengatakan bahwa jika aku tidak mencegahnya waktu itu, dia pasti bisa menjadi pengantin Hayden. Berhubung menaruh dendam terhadapku, dia pun menabrakku dan membiarkanku mati.  Pada saat aku membuka mata lagi, aku sedang duduk di kursi penumpang depan. Adikku tersenyum penuh percaya diri sambil menatap lekat-lekat mobil mewah di depan. “Begitu melihatku, Hayden pasti akan sepenuhnya terpesona. Nanti, aku nggak usah kemudikan mobil bobrok ini lagi.” Kali ini, aku tidak mencegahnya. Dia pun menginjak gas dan menabrak mobil sport bernilai 100 miliar itu.

Ikhtisar Warning!!! Cerita ini hanya untuk dewasa 21+ Hubungan kakakku mbak Lara dengan suaminya mas Dika akhir - akhir ini kurang baik. Mereka seringkali cekcok ketika bertemu. Mbak Lara yang sibuk dengan pekerjaannya membuat mas Dika tidak terima. Sebenarnya mas Dika hanya merindukan sentuhan mbak Lara. Mas Dika hanya ingin bercinta dengan mbak Lara yang sudah lama mbak Lara kasih. Karena mbak Lara selalu menolak untuk berhubungan dengan alasan capek. Pada suatu malam ketika aku dan mas Dika hanya tinggal berdua di rumah. Mbak Lara pergi ke luar kota karena urusan pekerjaan. Mas Dika dan aku bercumbu melepaskan hasrat mas Dika yang sudah lama dia tahan. Kami bercinta layaknya sepasang suami istri yang berhubungan intim. Aku menggantikan posisi mbak Lara untuk melayani nafsu sahwatnya mas Dika.

It's more like a war a woman finding out her husband is getting married in less than twenty one days. She's ruined her marriage by ignoring her husband for so many months and he took drastic decisions of adding another wife. That is tragic because he is deeply in love with his first wife. He got married to the President's daughter and she is hellbent on ruining his perfect home alongside their daughter. She is the real definition of cunning, manipulative and nefarious human. Her love merged to the world of obsession, she is taking over her own life. Things happened, life got ruined in less than twenty one days. It is up for both women to find their destiny and what karma has in store for them.

My twin sister died on her 18th birthday. She died of respiratory failure in a dark corner of a hotel after being raped. Her dearest friend, Joanne Lowe, whom she always cared for and supported, turned around and anonymously spread photos of my sister being raped. I then slowly ruined the face which had so badly wanted to replace my sister with a knife. With blood everywhere, I cradled Joanne's face as if it were a piece of art and said, "My beloved sister is gone, and you people who harmed her won't be let off so easily."

Bagaimana rasanya bila dituduh dan difitnah melakukan sesuatu yang sama sekali tidak dilakukan? Itulah yang sedang menimpa Yusuf. Sebagai seorang suami, istrinya menuduh bahwa dia telah selingkuh, bahkan berusaha menguasai harta sang istri. Yusuf pun terjebak dalam dua pilihan: bercerai atau dipenjara.

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 pleaded with my husband Cedric Fleetham over and over, and finally, he agreed to take our daughter camping in the mountains for her birthday. When I found her late the next night, she was already gone. She lay at the foot of the mountain, her tiny hand still clutching a drawing of our family. As I knelt beside her, my heart shattered. Meanwhile, Cedric was busy updating his social media. His post read, [You and our daughter are my treasures,] and it was accompanied by a photo, where he stood beside his childhood sweetheart and held hands with another little girl, watching the sunset. And there, in the corner of the picture, was a tiny hand—my daughter’s hand. The cruelest truth of all was that my daughter took that photo.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.