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Hey there. Sorry for promoting my story here. I'm writing a story, with strong fml. Give it a try if possible
https://www.wattpad.com/story/397957137?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=SamMit8420
Hey Sunshine ｡◕‿◕｡
If you’re looking for something intense, emotional, and a little addictive… then give my book Devoted to You #Duet-1) a try
It’s a slow-burn love story between an Army Major and a Mafia Queen — two completely opposite worlds, full of discipline, danger, power, and unspoken feelings. This isn’t instant love… it’s the kind that builds slowly and keeps you hooked.
I’m updating the story daily, so you’ll always have something new to read!
Give it a chance… maybe just one chapter — and if it pulls you in, stay till the end of their journey ❤️
And if you like it, don’t forget to vote and share your thoughts, it truly means a lot to me
https://www.wattpad.com/story/409036863?utm_source=android&utm_med
Sorry author for sharing my book here.
- The Lost Childhood: Cursed or a Blessing.
This story based on a village where most of the girls doesn't have the privilege to study only some lucky one used to go to school. Her brother used to teach her secretly.
Is being girl is a cursed ?
And about a boy, who never got emotional support and love from his family his father sent him to boarding school when he was just a 8yrs. He used to get bullied but his father never cared about him but his marks and used to say Boy don't cry.
being a boy is really a blessing ? or cursed in disguise.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/408474969?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=library&wp_uname=author_Ish13
"Why are you here?" he demanded, voice a low growl, words trembling on the edge of rage. "In my territory. In my empire. What do you want?"
V.S. took a step forward. One deliberate, measured step. The click of her boots echoed through the marble, sharp and intrusive-like a warning.
"You," she said, voice calm, steady, chillingly intimate. "Mr. Raghuvanshi."
Raghav's blood ran hot. Fury ignited, spreading like wildfire under his skin. He took two quick, sharp steps back-not in fear, but in preparation, predator acknowledging prey.
"Don't you dare come near me," he snapped, voice dropping to deadly calm, his hand drifting toward his gun. "I already have the world's prettiest wife. I don't allow anyone else near me."
She didn't step back. Didn't flinch. Instead, the rage in her eyes softened ever so slightly, revealing a different layer-cold, poised, untouchable.
"Maybe," she said quietly, almost casually, almost amused, "I'm prettier than her."
Every word struck him, sharp as a knife. His hand tightened around the gun, knuckles white, calm and lethal fury coiled like a spring in his chest.
"Leave. Now," he warned, voice low, measured, every syllable carrying the weight of lethal intent. "Or I won't think twice before shooting you where you stand."
Her voice softened. Not surrendering. Not frightened. Almost intimate.
"Your wife," she said quietly, her tone eerily calm, "is very lucky."
https://www.wattpad.com/story/406993657?utm_source=android&utm_med
Hey there, sorry for promoting my story here. I'm writing a story, with strong fml. Give it a try if possible
https://www.wattpad.com/story/397957137?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=SamMit8420
Hey lovelies, so sorry to spam it here free to delete it if it sound spam , also guys I am writing this book in historical genre, if you give like this kind of books give mine a try , do vote and comment thankyou.
https://www.wattpad.com/1618891940?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=BABYELENOR
Calcutta, 1940s.
A forbidden dream.
A ruthless mentor.
A war fought not with weapons... but with knowledge.
Devyanshika Jadev - the youngest daughter of Bardhaman's most powerful zamindar - was born into a life already decided for her.
She made a decision no one expected.
She would become the doctor they never had .
Professor Dr. Anthony Harrington - brilliant, feared, and merciless. A British surgeon whose word was absolute law.
He was everything she despised.
Cold.
Arrogant.
Unforgiving.
And he hated her existence.Not just because she was a woman. But because she was Indian.
To him, she was an insult to medicine itself.He made every lesson a battlefield.
He wanted her to quit.He wanted her to break.And he made sure she knew it.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/407887723?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Talesofhiddensoul
If you're reading this, you probably love intense stories like me ❤️
I’m writing Vows of Vengeance — about a man who married for revenge, not love…
A ruthless tycoon, a forced marriage, and a girl who has no idea she’s part of his past.
What happens when revenge starts turning into something else?
I’m really sorry for promoting here
If you don’t mind, you can give it a try — just one chapter, no pressure at all ❤️
And dear author, sorry for posting this here ✨
https://www.wattpad.com/story/408551843?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=_vengefulverse03_
