Love_Sprinkler

My lovelies,
          	
          	I know you guys must be wondering where I am for so many weeks or why I am not updating any of my books. First of all, extremely sorry for the delay in updating. Secondly, I am going through a lot personally which I can't even describe in words.
          	
          	You guys are like my family so I think it's finally time that I share a very crucial informations about my life lately. So, I got married December 7th 2023 with the love of my life who turned out to be the biggest monster of my life. Just after two months of marriage I tried taking my life because I couldn't handle the domestic violence I had to face. However, my older brother saved me in time and then I returned to my family home. It took me a lot of therapies to even sleep or eat properly because the betrayal from the person whom I thought to be my soulmate was very deep. 
          	
          	However, just as I was getting to my old shelf I fell ill very badly resulting me to be admitted into the hospital. Again, I got better and started writing chapters of my stories in drafts. But I feel like luck is not in my favour because a few days ago my phone fell in water(there is flood in our area) which made it unable to work properly. The chapters I had kept in drafts are gone so yeah, you can say that I am going through a lot to be imagined.
          	
          	Today, I have bought a new phone and with this phone I will try to make a new journey. I just need all of your support like you have been giving me throughout all these years. 
          	
          	I will start publishing new chapters from tomorrow. So, keep me in your prayers that I will be able to get back like I used to be before.
          	
          	Thank you ❤️

tanviupadhye11

@Love_Sprinkler 
          	  damm author are u good noW??
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Damaya_Writes

@Love_Sprinkler sometimes we are surrounded by some circumstances that makes us believe we are weak and wont be able to fight out the way but that is wrong! we can emerge more stronger if only we want and if we don't want then even god can't help us! I am telling this from my personal experience!
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VAISHALI419

@Love_Sprinkler i am so sorry to hear this,it's so sad to hear...take good care of yourself and give some time to get healed..And I am sure you'll come back stronger..❤️
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pearlxblush

 #COMPLETE BOOKS ☀️
          
          Hey my Dear Readers,...If you’re craving something intense, emotional, and just a little addictive… then Devoted to You  #Duet-1) might be exactly what you’re looking for 
          
          It’s a slow-burn love story between an Army Major and a Mafia Queen—two souls from completely different worlds. One lives by discipline and duty, the other thrives in danger and power. Love was never meant to happen… and yet, it does. Not instantly, not easily—but in a way that lingers, builds, and slowly takes over everything.
          
          This isn’t just a story you read… it’s one you feel.
          
          Give it a chance—just 5-6 chapters. And if it pulls you in, stay till the very end of their journey ❤️
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/409036863

__J__97_

Sorry for posting about my book here 
          
          Check out my new book where you can see the slow-burning love story of the calm analytical neurologist and the fiery cardiologist ❤️‍
          
          "Both of them stands like steel in the middle of storm. But then… the fate plays its game where the heart and brain collide with each other."
          
          Tropes:
          Neurologist x Cardiologist 
          Strong MMC x Strong FMC
          Next door neighbours
          Enemies to lovers
          She fell first but He fell harder
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/412039743?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=__J__97_

BAWARIYA_

 #NEWBOOKS
          
          "K-kon ho tum?" she demanded, her voice trembling but firm. "Yahan kya kar rahe ho aise?!"
          
          Krishiv's expression hardened instantly.
          
          His cold mask snapped back into place.
          
          "Tumse matlab," he replied flatly.
          
          Her jaw dropped in disbelief.
          
          "Tumhe tameej nahi hai kya? Bina knock kiye kaise aa gaye?"
          
          He gave a short, humorless laugh.
          
          "Oh hello, miss. Pehle baat toh aapne darwaza khula chhoda hua tha. Aur waise bhi... ye washroom bada hai. I don't mind. Apna kaam karo aur niklo yahan se."
          
          Her eyes flashed with anger.
          
          "Tum mujhe nikalne ko keh rahe ho?" she snapped. "Khud aise lafangon ke jaise, besharm ke tarah mere saamne bina shirt pehne khade ho!"
          
          His eyes darkened.
          
          He took one slow step forward.
          
          "Kya karne aaye ho yahan?" she demanded.
          
          A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
          
          Cold.
          
          Provoking.
          
          "Wahi jo do jawan ladka ladki akele karte hain."
          
          Silence.
          
          Her anger exploded.
          
          "Dekho! Mujhse door raho samjhe!" she warned. "Dikhte toh acche khaase ghar ke ho aur aise neech harkatein karne mein sharam nahi aati?"
          
          Something snapped.
          
          His smirk vanished.
          
          His eyes turned dangerous.
          
          "Kya kaha tumne?" he asked quietly.
          
          "Main tumhe neech dikhta hoon?" he continued, voice low and lethal.
          
          He took another step.
          
          She instinctively moved back.
          
          Her back hit the wall.
          
          He was too close now.
          
          Too tall.
          
          Too intense.
          
          Her heart pounded.
          
          But she didn't look away.
          
          "Door raho mujhse," she said through clenched teeth.
          
          "Nahi raha toh kya kar logi?" he challenged.
          
          There was arrogance in his tone.
          
          Anger.
          
          And something else.
          
          A storm he himself didn't fully understand.
          
          Her hand moved.
          
          Fast.
          
          A sharp sound echoed in the marble room.
          
          Slap.
          
          His face turned slightly to the side.
          
          Silence followed.
          
          The sting spread across his cheek.
          
          His jaw clenched.
          ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/408312321?

talesofrikta

Yes," i panted, "I want you both" I found myself entangled in a forbidden embrace with my mafia husband, Ansh. His lips moved feverishly against mine, igniting a fire within me.But as our passion reached its peak, a cold sensation sent shivers down my spine. I felt a tongue caress my br*ast, sending a surge of shock and a*ousal through my body. I tore my gaze from Ansh's and looked down.To my astonishment, it was Rudra, my other husband, who was li*king me. His eyes burned with a primal desire that matched Ansh's. I had married both men As Rudra's tongue explored the curves of my body, Ansh's grip tightened on my waist .I couldn't deny the thrill of having both men consume me.
          
          Hey everyone 
          Sorry Post it without your permission
          Please give chance this and share your opinion
          I will ensure you will not regret it.. if you don't like the concept just tell me I can delete from your feed
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/365544108?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=talesofrikta
          
          Trope:-
          
          1. Marriage of convenience
          2. Sharing is caring
          3. Group scene
          4.bdsm
          5.dirty talk
          6. Reverse harem
          7.mafia romance
          8. Mafia war
          9. Lots of smut

DiviTales

I’m really sorry for posting on your board like this, I know it can be a little intrusive… but I genuinely wanted to share something close to my heart 
          
          I’ve recently published a story titled He Was Never Mine.
          
          It follows three lives that slowly, painfully intertwine—
          Myra Ranawat, bold, sharp, and seemingly untouchable, yet carrying wounds she never lets anyone see…
          Prisha Mehta, quiet, gentle, and used to being invisible, choosing silence over everything…
          and Vansh Aggarwal, the one who unknowingly becomes the center of something neither of them planned for.
          
          What begins as simple friendships doesn’t stay simple for long.
          It turns into a love triangle—not just filled with emotions, but with confusion, jealousy, and the kind of pain that lingers.
          
          Because sometimes…
          the hardest thing isn’t falling in love.
          
          It’s standing there—
          watching the person you love… choose someone else.
          
          Right in front of you.
          
          And pretending like it doesn’t break something inside.
          
          This story isn’t just about romance—
          it’s about the quiet heartbreak, the unspoken feelings, the tension between what is felt and what is shown, and the damage people cause even when they don’t mean to.
          
          If you enjoy emotional, slow-burn, character-driven stories with depth, intensity, and a touch of chaos, you might connect with this one.
          
          I would truly appreciate it if you give it a chance and share your thoughts 
          
          Thank you so much for your time… and again, I’m really sorry for the interruption 
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/405418693?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing℘_page=create℘_uname=DiviTales