AngelTweet

Finally after a long wait I was able to publish last part for Marriage Under Repairs... stay tuned for Epilogue full of Swasan moments
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Swarasanskar_143

@AngelTweet  post the next part plz
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sannya08

Please post next part soon don’t make us wait long
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akshiiwritess

Sorry for being heree author
          
          A simple story about two normal people.
          No rich boy. No billionaire drama. No unrealistic "perfect love." 
          Just stolen glances, loud streets, shared buildings, and feelings growing quietly between ordinary days.
          
          Welcome to ✨Delhi✨
          Dil walon ki Dilli...
          where evenings are filled with traffic noises, chai ki smell, random scooter honks, and aunties standing in balconies collecting updates faster than news channels 
          
          She is chaos wrapped in soft colours 
          Talkative. Dramatic. Full of energy.
          But only at home.
          
          Around her mother and sisters, she becomes her loudest, happiest self. A true "ghar ki baddie" in her tiny little world ✨
          Outside?
          A little responsible. A little stubborn. A little too used to handling everyone.
          
          He is a typical Indian boy 
          Easy-going. Playful. Always outside till 8 p.m. because after that, even azaad parindas have curfew ️
          He laughs too easily, talks too casually, and somehow always appears exactly where the chaos is happening.
          
          They live in the same building.
          Not some luxury apartment with shiny elevators and rooftop cafés.
          
          Just normal floors.
          Shared walls.
          Open staircases.
          Water motors running in the morning.
          Neighbours yelling names from downstairs.
          And a terrace full of drying clothes where one careless step can either start a fight... or a conversation ✨
          
          Ground floor.
          First floor.
          Bas itni si doori.
          
          Between park walks, summer evenings, family weddings, late-night terrace air, stupid arguments, "Tum bohot annoying ho," and accidental comfort...
          
          they slowly become part of each other's routine 
          
          Not all love stories begin with destiny.
          Some begin with shared buildings, noisy roads, and someone waiting near the staircase just a little longer than necessary 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/409084280?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=akshiiwritess

akshiiwritess

          
          .....Sorry for being heree author ...... 
          
          
           Between Bones & Heartbeats
          
          Everyone asked the same question.
          
          "MBBS nahi mila?"
          
          Sanskriti Mishra learned to smile and ignore it.
          
          Getting into BHU's Physiotherapy program was supposed to be a proud moment. Instead, it became a constant reminder of the dream people thought she had failed to achieve.
          
          Determined to prove herself, she enters college with one goal:
          
          Study hard.
          Stay focused.
          Don't get distracted.
          
          Then she meets Dev Sharma.
          
          A first-year student with messy hair, endless jokes, and a cricket dream he was forced to leave behind.
          
          He wanted to become a cricketer.
          
          She wanted people to stop treating her dream like a second choice.
          
          Life had other plans.
          
          Between practical labs, hostel corridors, midnight study sessions, chai breaks, impossible exams, and the city of Banaras quietly watching from the sidelines, two strangers slowly become friends.
          
          And maybe something more.
          
          But college isn't just about love.
          
          It's about finding yourself when everyone expects you to be someone else.
          
          And sometimes, the hardest thing to heal isn't a muscle, a bone, or a ligament.
          
          It's a heart carrying dreams it never got to live.
          
          ✨
          
          A story of friendship, ambition, family expectations, missed dreams, and the people who help us find our way back to ourselves.
          
          
          "He couldn't become the cricketer he dreamed of being. She couldn't become the doctor everyone expected her to be. Somewhere in between, they found a dream worth sharing." 
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/412056683?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=library&wp_uname=akshiiwritess

Crazy_Snowy

Hello everyone i am sorry for posting this here....i just started a story which is about arranged marriage 
          Welcome to His Kingdom, Her Heart ❤️
          
          This is a romantic family drama based on Telugu traditions, arranged marriage, culture, emotions, and destiny.
          
          ✨ What to expect:
          
          Powerful alpha male hero
          
          Innocent, soft-hearted heroine
          
          Strong family values
          
          Emotional depth
          
          Slow-burn romance
          
          Drama, jealousy, traditions & love
          
           Posting Schedule:
          
          New chapters will be updated regularly. Please add this story to your reading list and follow me so you don’t miss any updates.
          
           Your support matters!
          
          Votes, comments, and feedback motivate me to write more. Let me know how you feel after every chapter.
          Thank you for choosing this story. I hope you fall in love with this world just like I did. ✨
          Happy Reading! 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/408399939-his-kingdom-her-heart