Sarpanch Ki Saheli copyright 2025 @snwrites.

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DEDICATION.

To every woman who was ever called a curse...

and still dared to feel desire.

To the silent nights, stolen touches, and love born not from purity—

but from pain, possession, and power.

This story is yours.

Sensual, sinful, and unapologetically alive.

BLURB.

Widowed at twenty. Branded a curse.

She was his dead brother's widow—draped in white, silenced by shame.

He was never meant to touch her... but temptation doesn't follow rules.

In the dark corners of the haveli, desire bloomed—raw, forbidden, and breathless.

When lust turns to love, can a cursed woman become someone's forever?

SNEAK-PEEK.

The bangles on her wrists hadn't even settled, the mehendi on her hands was still dark.

But her suhag—the man they called her husband—was already gone.

Two days. That's all it took for fate to strip her of color, dreams, and dignity.

Women gathered around her, throwing a white saree in her lap like it was a shroud.

"She brought bad luck," someone whispered.

"A curse on our son," her sasuma spat, her voice louder than the prayers echoing through the haveli.

"Only two nights and he's gone... what else could this be?"

Chandni sat frozen, eyes wide, heart shattered. Her lips still bore the trace of his kiss—clumsy, new, innocent. She had barely begun to understand him, and now...

Now she was a widow.

Not a woman. Not a wife. Just a manhoos shadow meant to mop floors and stay unseen.

They ripped off her mangalsutra, wiped the vermilion from her scalp.

No one asked her if she wanted to cry. No one let her.

She was twenty.

But from that day, she stopped being young.

TROPES.

💍 Widowed Young 

🧎‍♀️ Forbidden Desire 

🌾 Rural Patriarchy & Power 

🔥 Brother-in-Law Romance 

🕯️ Forced Proximity 

💔 Branded a Curse 

🛏️ Bedwarmer to Beloved 

🛑 Protective Alpha Male

⚖️ Social Reform Arc 

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