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THAT ONE NIGHT LOVE
It was just one night. One room. No promises. No confessions. Just two people- who should've walked away. But something about the way they looked at each other... The way silence held more meaning than words ever could... Made that night less of a mistake and more of a memory neither body could forget. Now, two years later, they're back. In the same city. Under different names. Carrying the same ache. She has someone new. He almost moved on. But love doesn't always announce itself- sometimes it just lingers. What happens when: - a closed room remembers what the world forced them to forget? - bodies touch again, but hearts hesitate harder? - one mug, one bed, one white shirt brings everything rushing back? "Unfinished things don't die. They wait. In bedrooms like this - with people like us." 🌙 A poetic, slow-burn Hinglish story. Of what was never said, what was never supposed to happen, and what still might - if they dare. Read if you like: ✨ Emotionally mature tension ✨ Silent glances louder than love letters ✨ Bedroom intimacy with poetic restraint ✨ Chapters that feel like old voice notes you never deleted 📌 New Chapters Every day 📍 Instagram + Wattpad Exclusives 💬 Comment "I've been there" if you've ever left a room and still felt touched
Paranoia
It started with a text. A number. A job that paid too much for doing nothing at all. All she had to do was live. Be watched. And never ask why. The cameras were set. The money came in. Silence was the only rule. But silence has a sound. And it follows her. Even now. People look familiar, but she's never met them. Her belongings shift when she's asleep. And sometimes... she sees faces in places no one should be. She ended the job. But the watchers never left. And the strangest part? No one remembers the company. Not even her friend who sent the text. There are no answers. Only eyes. Everywhere.
Dear Reader ( BK 1 OF DEAR READER SERIES)
Dear Reader, She never signed her name. She never asked for pity. She only asked one thing- that you read. Inside these pages is a voice you won't forget. A girl unraveling quietly, honestly, beautifully-one entry at a time. Somewhere between heartbreak and hope, between silence and screaming, she left behind a story for someone to find. You just did. This is not a love story. It's not a fairytale. It's not a cry for attention. It's a mirror for anyone who's ever felt invisible. It's a pulse for the ones still searching for theirs. And maybe-just maybe- it's the one voice that finally says what you've never been able to. Read carefully. She's been waiting for you.Complete
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𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐡 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧
𝐌𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐡 " 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐇𝐎𝐆 " 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩 𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞!! ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ "𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓." 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔. 𝑯𝒆? 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 🌙 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔. 𝑼𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢... 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙.
Unique Friendship {COMPLETE}
Hey guys! So I got inspired by one of my best friends here in wattpad and I'm willing to make it into a story because it brought me to tears. Basically she dream't it and that dream was way too impossible to come true. I sure do wish it's true but yeah. Anyways hope ya guys like it! Also I'm proud that alot of ideas are popping in my mind. Bye! See you in the story.Complete
It was just one night. One room. No promises. No confessions. Just two people- who should've walked away. But something about the way they looked at each other... The way silence held more meaning than words ever could... Made that night less of a mistake and more of a memory neither body could forget. Now, two years later, they're back. In the same city. Under different names. Carrying the same ache. She has someone new. He almost moved on. But love doesn't always announce itself- sometimes it just lingers. What happens when: - a closed room remembers what the world forced them to forget? - bodies touch again, but hearts hesitate harder? - one mug, one bed, one white shirt brings everything rushing back? "Unfinished things don't die. They wait. In bedrooms like this - with people like us." 🌙 A poetic, slow-burn Hinglish story. Of what was never said, what was never supposed to happen, and what still might - if they dare. Read if you like: ✨ Emotionally mature tension ✨ Silent glances louder than love letters ✨ Bedroom intimacy with poetic restraint ✨ Chapters that feel like old voice notes you never deleted 📌 New Chapters Every day 📍 Instagram + Wattpad Exclusives 💬 Comment "I've been there" if you've ever left a room and still felt touched
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