I'd be using these stories when I'm bored or anything. It's either smut, fluff, angst(fluff). Some of this is converted (michaeng-winrina) Credits to the real owner

မွန်းအကြောက်ဆုံးက အမျိုးသမီးတစ်ယောက်တဲ့။ 🔞ပါတာမို့ ကလေးတွေမဖတ်ကြနဲ့နော် သတိပေးတာ။

Short story collection Three stories. Hona tha Pyaar (Mahir x Maheen)✔️ "Hona tha pyaar hua mere yaar" Ishq ka Safar (Shahwez x Alisha)✔️ "Yeh Ishq ka Safar hai suhana" Mile jab Hum Tum (Shayan x Ziva)✔️ "Woh din Mile jab hum tum" Dialogues are not translated into English. Love and vibes.

𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 Book 3 Unforgivable Series #2 Where should your husband be when you're having a difficult, risky pregnancy? Right by your side! Where was he though? With his childhood best friend and business partner, partying, kissing and making out or worse. All marriages have ups and downs, but once you take a one-way route of cheating, there is No Going Back.

Short story collection Three stories. Ek duje ke vaaste (Arham x Nawal)✔️ "Mil hi jate hain joh bane ek duje ke vaaste" Mann Mayal (Ibrahim x Anaiza)✔️ "Mein toh Mann moji piya kese kiya mera mann mayal" Ishq hai (Zohaib x Zeeniya)✔️ "Yeh tera mera Ishq hai" Dialogues are not translated into English. No drama just love and vibes.

Smutt Fluff Maybe angst this will contain lesbian, gay and straight (if it's straight, the male will not be dominant it's all femdom.) BDSM

Short story collection Three stories. Woh ek Raat (Zarrar x Alina)✔️ "Woh ek raat jis mein sab ko kho kar mein ne tumhe paya" Dil pe Dastak (Haider x Muskan)✔️ "Mohabbat ne di dil pe dastak" MeharMah (Izaan x Amira)✔️ "Mein Mehar uska woh Mah meri" Dialogues are not translated into English. Little to no drama just vibes.

عائله يجمعها كل شيء ، حتى النيك!!

Dhruv Raichand:- Indian cricket team captain and opening batsman known for his adorable features and sharp battling Ruhi Rathore:- Known for her Beauty and Knowledge. She is a mixture of attractiveness and boldness..

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧. In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.