Aleya Ahmad🇧🇩

I thought to edit today as I have little times but my mind got worse seeing so long chapter. I barely did 4 chapters then I published all without editing (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Sorry to being annoying ass. My mind is bipolar. If it got hurt little , I am finished . If I got little appreciation then I am in sky. I got sad my recent incidents. So I unpublished my all books. I will upload all with edition versions. 
          
           The one who requested me to stay . I am happy that I am special to you all. And most interesting things is I didn't know I have so many loyal readers who love me this much . love you. 
          
          
          Again sorry for mood swings.  (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

@Moonlitrosette  okh . Thank you so much(⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

I have request but I have doubt whether you are ending this 2nd book or what? BTW the request is...don't judge me pwesss!! 
          So in this story ishan would be super sensitive and soft, he and shubman had a serious snapping argument and ishan would be crying during argument and shubman fetish is he loves seeing ishan cry during 'thah' so while fighting shubamn would leave their house and he won't come by midnight and ishan also sleeps in anger during, shubamn was in the bar realizing his mistake as much as he realizes he drinks by the end of remorse he will be full dizzy drunk mode he reaches their home and sees ishan sleeping wearing those long puffy dress night dress (it's winter in this story so basically the dress would be long with hoodie,soft ig you have seen which people feel very cozy after wearing) then shubman comes on top of ishan carefully not to wake him up and he fingers him when ishan feels something pleasurable he opens his eyes and finds shubman shubman fucks him senselessly and as I told earlier he loves to see ishan cry so whenever ishan crys btw their sex in this story he embeds his dic* more to make him cry more and ishan will cry in this story a bit too much.
          
          So the rest is your work please me it angsty pweeeesss please pleaseee!!!

Broo i am thodi se alag idk but whenever for the first time i read a new book i completely forget to vote (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠) and than I realise it , but your oneshot books are bang on mann soo good love your works soo muchhhhhh❤️❤️

I uploaded new books . I couldn't wait (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Hey Author will you write a story on another couple if I give you a description,  troupe and plot

@AleyaAhmad7  Okay (●'▽'●)ゝ(●'▽'●)ゝ

Hey sweetie, I would love it if you give my stories a try and share your opinions. (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡(๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

          
          I noticed something about my writing recently. I’ve written many stories, but I’ve never written a red-flag Shubman. Some readers pointed it out, and  I realized it. I’ve never written a tough or cruel Shubman. I always write him as a yearner someone whose entire world revolves around Ishan. I made him the greenest flag. I made him kneel, beg, and break just for love.
          
          
          There’s something else I want to say. I both hate and love my book Still Yours. I hate it because I couldn’t write the part the way I wanted to. I should have developed Shubman and Ishan’s characters better, but I couldn’t. It was my first book, so I never deleted it. It has different place in my heart.
          
          But I also love it because of the relationship between Ishman and their childrens. Their bond is pure. It’s the kind of love I want in my own life. I write what I long for, what I believe in.
          
          Still, whenever someone talks about my books, I feel incredibly happy. At the same time, I sometimes tell them not to read my first book, because I was never fully satisfied with it. The version I imagined in my heart ,I could never completely bring it on.
          
          Some comments about the characters of Still yours made me insecure at times. But my other readers always help me forget that. I love my one-shot readers the most. I’m sorry to my other readers I love you too but my one-shot readers have always been there for me. They appreciate me, comment on my stories, and never let me feel like my writing isn’t good enough.
          
          You never know how an author feels when she sees no comments on her work. It hurts more than people realize.
          
          I love the readers who comment and vote on my stories. Some of you have been with me from my starting point. I will never forget you. I think I gained enough in my almost three months author life.
          
          Love you all 
          
          I’ve talked a lot. I’m sorry. Cause I am too much happy.