ChaptersAndCoffee

Hey
          I wanted to share something close to my heart.
          Whispers of a wandering heart-its just not a book it’s me trying to do what I love but was always hesitant to do.
          So if you love a easy going,feel good,slow burn,love story about a girl who thinks she can’t get that heart melting,butterflies in the stomach kinda love but then she experiences love at the moment when she least expected it to happen-do give my book a read and share your views on it,it would mean a lot to me
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/398531389?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=ChaptersAndCoffee

Niti_Ink

Hi,
          Can you please read only 1 or 2 chapters of this book and continue only if you like it but do give it a chance....i promise you won't regret it....
          
          Aap... yahan?"
          He stopped just inches away.
          Too close.
          Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears.
          " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..."
          "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan...
          (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..."
          The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation.
          Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed chics...
          "Roshni...Tum meri ho..."
          "Rudra... I..."
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/393435757?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Niti_Ink
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HopelessRomanticPoo

Want to experience SRK wala love? Please try my work....
          
          Tropes
          
          Escaping from arranged marriage
          
          College love
          
          Billionaire romance
          
           Shivya Krishnan had one job: complete her master's at Oxford and return to India to marry a man her parents chose. Easy, right? Well, except for the part where her parents ill-treat her, she hasn't seen 
          
          her siblings in years, and love? It's a word reserved for Bollywood, not her reality. But things take a chaotic turn when she meets Josh Andrews, a witty and annoyingly charming classmate who has
          
          secrets.
          
          Josh is Michel Morrone, billionaire heir, hiding in Oxford after a messy breakup with a gold-digging ex. 
          
          His plan? Stay incognito, avoid drama, and don't fall in love. Unfortunately, Shivya-sweet, stubborn, and clueless about his real identity-ruins everything by being irresistible. Love wasn't on his agenda, but he fell for her hard.
          
           
          
           
          
           This isn't just a romance; it's a flirty, emotional roller coaster that will make you smile, blush, laugh, cry, and fall hopelessly in love with the characters. It's slow-burn, yet steamy, with the kind of chemistry and tension that will leave you breathless, something like Bridgeton
          
           
          
          Heart-pounding twists and turns that will leave you gasping.Non-toxic love that's both addictive and unforgettable.Characters you can't help but get head over heels for.
          
           
          
          ⚠️ Warning: Your pulse will quicken, your nails may suffer, and your heart will soar. The romance is so intense, you won't be able to put it down.
          
          If you're a fan of romance and passion, this story is the perfect escape into a world of love, passion and longing.
          
           
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/361792092?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=HopelessRomanticPoo