MySunshine_2021

Ciao!!!
          
          Sorry for posting it here. I published my new story " Designed by fate"
          
          INDIAN FL × ITALIAN ML
          
          Tara Sridhar, a fashion designer at "Tavira" and she was moved to their Milan branch. She wants to use this time to stay independent and without her father controlling her life. 
          
          Elio Visconti,a well known Architect in Italy. A calm guy with a peaceful life and loving parents,who let him live his life and follow his dream.
          
          What happens when they both meet and fall in love??
          What happens when her father gets to know she's in love with an Italian man??
          
          
          If you are interested please do check out the story and leave your feedback on it.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/409295907?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Kara_wrts

 #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_medium=
          
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Hey hlo firstly sorry for posting without getting permission first 
          I am just someone who things storys are not just creative they are world so i am writing story
           if you mind try giving it a shot 
          Thanks :)
          Bye 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/407584845?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=unknowningsoooo
          
          It a story of a quiet introvert guy whom stop believing in connection,feeling, truth whom is betrayed and lost hope from his family 
          
          This is his of healing ,finding, trusting friends his friends how they heal with him how they grow 
          Much more its a slowburn so most skip will skip it but try giving it a shot

 #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_m
          
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Hey when will you post humsafar on stck me you promised from February 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/408984199?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Inkbyheart_17

"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

Calcutta, 1940s.
          A forced marriage.
          A rising rebellion.
          A love story that was never meant to exist.
          
          Edward Benticks-cold, arrogant, the Governor-General's son-is ordered to marry an Indian aristocrat to "secure the Empire."
          He hates the idea.
          He hates her.
          And he hates that he can't say no.
          
          Priyanshika Jadhav-fierce, proud, and born with rebellion in her veins-is pushed into marrying the very man whose people stole her country.
          She refuses to break.
          She refuses to bow.
          And she refuses to be his obedient bride.
          
          Two enemies.
          Two egos.
          One dangerous marriage that sparks a war of its own.
          
          When power clashes with pride...
          When hatred tangles with desire...
          When duty traps them under the same roof...
          
          Who bends first-
          the British officer raised to command,
          or the Indian woman who burns for her freedom?
          
          A thrilling collision of ego, rebellion, and forbidden tension-
          where every glance is a challenge,
          every silence is a battle,
          and every moment pulls them deeper into a storm neither of them can escape.
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/390006681?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Talesofhiddensoul

Hey author, hope you are great. 

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          https://www.wattpad.com/story/407451659?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=fictiondiary_
          
          In his world, mercy is a myth... but she is his only weakness. 
          
          Adiyogi didn't want a heart, until he found Veda. Now, he'll burn the world down just to keep her in his shadow.
          
          Trope: Dark Romance | Obsessive Hero | Forced Proximity