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Some stories are written with ink. This one wasn't. It fell out of me... sometimes as a sigh that stayed longer than my breath, sometimes as a smile with nowhere to go, sometimes as tears that knew her name before I ever dared to speak it. These pages are not poems. They are the places where my heart chose words instead of breaking. Perhaps you'll find someone in them. Perhaps you'll find yourself. Or perhaps... you'll simply leave carrying a feeling you won't know how to name. After all, the deepest emotions have never needed a language. Best Rankings: #10 In Poem on 24-Jul-26

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now." PS. some photos used as chapter covers aren't mine. ALL CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER/S.

"Come on, give me your bag. I'll carry it." Navika frowned. "Why? It's not even heavy." Yug smirked, slinging it over his shoulder anyway. "Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... Apka stress kam karna he, meri life ka happiest moment ban jata hai." (Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... reducing your stress becomes the happiest moment of my life.) ____ 💗💗Update Schedule: Every week 💗💗 Best rankings: #1 in Relatable #1 in Delhi on 24-Jul-26 ____ This isn't your usual mafia/CEO/forced marriage Wattpad plot. It's a slow burn. It's messy. It's full of drama. And maybe, just maybe, it'll destroy your "delulu" about Mr Perfect or Miss Elegant. Because sometimes... love isn't about perfection. It's about finding magic in the most unexpected places. Getting comfort, in the people you don't wanna even see, or maybe you do, just you don't admit it. ____ Navika Sharma: polite until pushed, gentle until challenged, and lethal when she chooses to be. Brain sharp, humor sharper. A computer science girl who doesn't shout - she wins Yug Arora: the quiet guy until something pokes his emotions - then it's blunt honesty, restless loyalty, and panic hidden under bad jokes. A tech-smart, socially-confused boy who acts tough, feels too much, and melts the second Navika steps in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Navika × Yug ~ NAVYUG: a new era ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is the symbol of dedication. He is the beat of the dance floor. Her comfort zone is novels. His leisure time is gaming. She can rule with her eyes. He can ruin with his words. ***Tropes *** ⁎Enemies-to-Lovers (one-sided) ⁎Opposites Attract ⁎He Fell First. She fell harder ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Same college. Same branch. Zero idea how love sneaks in. But when it did, it hit like bliss- UNTIL DESTINY HAD OTHER PLANS. Will destiny separate them? Or love will find it's NAVYUG

"I can give you grandchild without marriage too mom" Mira said after listening to her mom's useless reason making everyone shock. Yeah???? "I...I mean adop...adoption you know" Mira stuttered but nervously smiled "Don't you love someone?" Janvi asked with pity in her eyes for her daughter. "Ab Is GenZ vale jamane me Dev Anand ya Sharukh Khan milna mushkeel ho geya hai!" Mira Said dramatically "You are way too filmy, ese toh koi nhi milega!" Neha told her with a knowing look. "Then I am happy single!" She told her. "Beta You Are Getting Old!????????" Janvi said to which Akhil choked on his food on other hand Mira's eyes widen in shock and Neha laughed loudly holding her stomach. Bezzati ???? *** She suddenly bumped into someone which made her lose her balance, she waited to touch the ground which never happened, someone hold her right hand and saved her. Mira opened her eyes and was surprised to find a familiar yet unfamiliar face infront of her, she was mesmerized by him. His face was calm, he had light beard, his brown eyes were hidden behind his frameless specs, he was looking descent yet hot in the black kurta with rolled sleeves, her eyes fell on his hand which was holding hers just to get more attracted by his veiny arm. She looked into his eyes again which were already looking at her making her heartbeat run like a rollercoaster. For Mira, everything stopped and the only song was playing in her mind. Tum bhi ho... main bhi Hoon Paas aao toh keh doon Aakhir kyun pal mein yun Diwaana main ho gaya Tumhe jo maine dekha Jo hosh tha woh toh gaya . . #284 out of 2.31 Million (in Love) #12 out of 99.9K (on Wattpad) #164 out of 101K (In Secret) #143 out of 173K (in comedy) #155 out of 115K (in best friend) #156 out of 477K (in fiction) #24 out of 63K (in crush) #128 out of 299K (in lovestory)

He took a step closer, lowering his voice just enough for her to hear. "Then name your price, Miss Rawal." The air between them turned razor-sharp. Everyone waited stunned, for Arisha's reply. Her lips curved, not in amusement but in challenge. "Your whole worth," she said slowly, "is not even close to my price Mr. Raghuvanshi." ______________________________________ "Possession isn't optional... it's destiny." He is the King of Rajasthan - powerful, feared, and untouchable. She is the girl no one ever noticed... until fate threw them together. In a world of royal expectations, family secrets, and dangerous rivals, their hearts collide, igniting a passion neither expected. But can love survive when every glance, every decision, and every secret is under scrutiny? Will Arisha win the king's heart... or will the shadows of the past tear them apart before their story even begins? Note : Sample only.

They performed her last rites, while she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns.. not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies... they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal, but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... Or will Akshara destroy the truth first?