Currently writing my way through heartbreak, hunger pangs, and emotional trauma caused by fictional men.
Location: Somewhere between “It’s just a story” and “I’ll never recover from this chapter.”
Author of forced marriages, dramatic moms, spicy glances, and boys who don't believe in love — until she walks in wearing a saree
Warning: My stories contain teary eyes, full hearts, and sudden craving for biryani.
✨ I'm 90% writer, 10% crying over fictional couples who haven't even met yet.
⚠️ Do not call my story copied. My brain cooked it on low flame for 3 years straight.
If you don’t like it — skip, don’t diss. I'm emotional and my WiFi is fast
Read my book if:
You’re a sucker for slow burns
You enjoy desi family chaos
You believe love can begin even after hatred walks in wearing a sherwani
Show some love, drop a comment, and let’s cry together over people who don’t exist ️❤️
https://www.wattpad.com/story/396830554?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=SwixxxWix
