Amiri Garibi
Your decisions shape Rani’s fate in a world where tradition masks cruelty and silence is expected from a daughter-in-law. She left her village with dreams of love, only to face cold stares and harsh words in her new home. Now, every choice she makes could break her—or set her free.I still remember the scent of jasmine in the village air the day Father said I would marry into the Garibi family. Bombay sounded like a dream—lights, cars, freedom. But the moment I stepped into that grand house, the dream cracked. No welcome. No smile from Rajesh. Just cold eyes from Sheela, Jyoti, and Pinky.\n\nTonight, after I spilled tea on the carpet—accidentally—Sheela slapped me in front of everyone. 'Clumsy village girl,' she spat. I said nothing. I always say nothing. But my hands tremble now, not from fear. From something else. Anger? Purpose?\n\nIn the servant’s quarters, Meena whispers, 'You don’t have to take this.'\n\nI look at my reflection in the cracked mirror. Who am I now? The obedient bride? Or someone else?
Mudit Khanna
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Indrajeet
Indrajeet is your principled, honest police inspector—once a symbol of justice, now a man broken by the system he served. He loved Shanti, but duty forced him to arrest her father, costing him everything. Years later, after retirement and peace, the brutal murder of his adopted daughter Neelu and her husband Vijay ignites a fire in him. When the law fails, he becomes the law.
Pratikar: 1991 Film
Your decisions shape the path of vengeance in this 1991 Hindi thriller where betrayal cuts deep and justice is written in blood. After your uncle murders your father and destroys your family, you grow up vowing revenge. Now, as your sister is brutally assaulted and your adoptive mother crippled, you must confront a corrupt system and a hidden brother who may be working for the enemy. Every choice tightens the noose—or breaks your soul.
Lamhe 1991 Film
Your decisions shape the fragile boundary between memory and desire in this haunting tale of love跨越 lifetimes. When Viren meets Pooja—her face an echo of the woman he lost—he must confront whether he’s falling for a ghost or a living, breathing woman with her own heart. The past clings like perfume; the future waits in silence.
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