Ashra45786543

Guys I've been really inactive, and I'm so sorry about that, a lot is going on in my life, that's why I wasn't posting and also I've shifted I'm no longer in Hyderabad but in gujrat, (I miss Hyderabad sb) but yeah I'll start posting soon!! I hope you understand my situation too!! Classes bhi start hogayi meri :( so been busy lately aur mera isolation period bhi kuch zyada hi lamba chala gaya  3 mahine se upar hogaya (I'M SO SORRY FOR THATTTTT ) I'll try to be regular:)) i love you all for being patient (mere readers sabse pyare hai ek bhi toxic nai hai  mwahhhhh) once again sorry:((!!! Will be back soon;)!!!

daminiiiiii

Are you ready to dive into the story of Ani and his Mini? 
          
          .....
          
          "The metro hums a steady, rhythmic bassline beneath the streets, the traffic above roars in a relentless tide of iron and dust, and thirty million lives intersect every day under the hazy, golden heat of the capital. In the middle of this beautiful, suffocating chaos, Aradhya was just another face in the crowd-until a single notification shattered the glass of her digital world.
          This isn't just a story about a girl meeting a boy; it's a journey through the narrow lanes of tradition and the high-speed corridors of modern love. It is the moment when the digital mask finally slips, the filtered perfections fade away, and the city forces you to stand face-to-face with something raw and unfiltered. For Aradhya and Anuj, the connection started with a simple spark on a screen, but in a city that has seen empires rise and fall, they are about to find out if a modern spark can survive the weight of the real world."
          
          
          Two different souls from different cities, what would happen when their worlds collide? Let's see how the connection that first starts from a dating app turns into something ever so beautiful (or something else )
          
          
          This is my first story and I wish it reaches your hearts 
          
          
          All the pictures are taken from Pinterest and the copyright goes to their owners.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/395744230?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=daminiiiiii

destiny_wrts

"Hi! I am so incredibly sorry for the intrusion on your board. I know these messages can be unexpected, but like many authors here, I’m just trying to find a home for my story, Destiny's Serendipity. I would be so honored if you or your readers could give it a chance.
          
          "https://www.wattpad.com/story/410881779?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=destiny_wrts

Ek_ladki_Deewani

"Seedha khadi rahiye," he murmured, tone innocent, hands... not so much.
          
          As he wrapped the saree around her, his fingers lingered at her bare waist a second longer than necessary. Just enough to make her shoulders tense. Once-very lightly-he pinched her side.
          
          She gasped. "R-Raghav-!"
          
          "Shhh," he said smoothly. "Saree pehna raha hoon."
          
          Liar.
          
          He leaned in slightly to fix the pleats, fingers brushing against her back where the blouse dipped low. His touch was warm, teasing, unhurried.
          
          Vanya's breath turned shallow.
          
          Pagal hai yeh aadmi, she thought, heart racing.
          Subah-subah hi shuru ho gaye.
          
          He noticed the way she stiffened, the way her hands clenched at her sides.
          
          And smiled to himself.
          
          "Relax," he whispered, voice low near her ear.
          "Aapne hi kaha tha... main pehna doon."
          
          She swallowed, cheeks burning, eyes fixed stubbornly on the wall in front of her.
          
          Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai... yeh mujhe jaan-boojh ke tang karte hai.
          
          Behind her, Raghav was enjoying himself far too much.
          
          But beneath the teasing, his touch stayed careful. Protective. Familiar. Like he knew exactly where the line was-and exactly how to make her feel seen, wanted, flustered.
          
          As he worked on the pleats, he thought quietly:
          
          > "Itni pyaari lag rahi hai woh,
          aur unhein khud bhi ehsaas nahi,
          har ek muskurahat qatl-e-aam karti hai,
          aur woh masoom si, is raaz se anjaan hi sahi."
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/406993657?utm_source=android&utm_med

AuthorserrrrA

 #MAFIA_SERIES 
          
          Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning.
          
          She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest.
          
          But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside.
          
          Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face.
          
          "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it.
          
          But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air.
          
          In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek.
          
          Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes.
          
          She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek.
          
          Then-thud.
          
          He let go.
          
          Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside.
          
          Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips.
          
          "You lost," he said.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/400266339?utm_source=android&utm_med
          
          __________________

Talesofhiddensoul

Want to read new type of romance? 
          
          Try this.. 
          
          Set on  an Era of revolt and rebellion. 
          
          1940s India. 
          
          Where a British Military Officer is forcefully tied with an Indian Princess. Who carries hatred and disgust for colonizers. 
          What happens when this to are forced to unwanted marriage ? 
          
          WELCOME TO THE GAME OF HATE AND REBELLION 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/390006681?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Talesofhiddensoul

Ishra_tales

Hi,
          I hope you don’t mind me sharing this here, and I’m sorry I didn’t ask for permission beforehand. Please feel free to ignore this post if it’s not allowed.
          
          I'm new here..!! this is my very first story. I wrote it with a lot of honesty and heart.
          
          It’s about Aliya Khan and Zayan and yes, it has the brother’s best friend / best friend’s sister trope and age gap as well.
          
          Aliya is calm on the outside, but with a loud mind full of thoughts. She speaks less but feels deeply. She isn’t broken, just careful. For her, love is a promise, not a game.
          
          “Bas ek baar agar samajh lo, dil kabhi nahi bhoolta.”
          
          Zayan is mysterious, quiet, and emotionally guarded. He’s Aliya’s elder brother’s best friend. He feels deeply but doesn’t express much.
          
          “He wasn’t rude… he was just tired of explaining himself.”
          
          “Dil se samajhne wale ko lafz ki zarurat nahi hoti.”
          
          It’s a slow-burn story about unspoken feelings, emotional walls, family bonds, and the complicated space between loyalty and love.
          
          If you enjoy soft tension, deep emotions, and realistic romance, maybe you’ll like this story.
          
          Thank you for your time 
          
          — A hopeful writer
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/user/Ishra_tales?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_profile&wp_page=user_details&wp_uname=tiny_heartbeatss