LekhikaNeeti

Hey, you dazzling legend! ✨
          I have no idea if you’re accepting reading requests right now—or just trying to survive your TBR list without crying—but I’m gonna shoot my shot anyway. 
          
          Would absolutely love it if you gave my story a chance. Who knows? You might laugh, cry, fall in love, or dramatically fling your device across the room (which I fully support). 
          
          If you enjoy the ride, don’t be shy—vote, comment, rant, review, scream into the comments section—whatever your soul desires. I’m here for all the drama. 
          
          Thank you for your time, and sorry for barging in like an uninvited plot twist. 
          Here’s the chaos ⤵️
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/389263370?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Lotsoflove8

reader123book

"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

farheenunfiltered

Sorry aapke account par post karne ke liye, agar inconvenience hui ho to maafi 
          Main ek halal, soft romance likhti hoon—thodi funny rom-com vibes, light moments aur multi-couple love story ke saath.
          No boldness, bas pyaar, respect aur muskurahatein ✨
          Shukriya samajhne ke liye 
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/400583631?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=farheenunfiltered