prxttylxlies

Calcutta, 1941.
          
          The city was a storm waiting to break. It whispered secrets through the rustling leaves of the banyan trees, hid conspiracies in the ink-stained fingers of revolutionaries, and carried the scent of rebellion in the air thickened with the promise of war.
          
          In a dimly lit room, three women sat together-Anokhi, Adhriti, and Aira-their voices hushed yet urgent, their hearts pounding with a cause greater than themselves. They did not wield guns or swords, but something far more dangerous-defiance.
          
          They would write.
          
          They would fight.
          
          And they would not break.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/390961506?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=prxttylxlies

Imweirdandawkward

Sup, 
          I’m tired, and not really in mood to beg people to check my work. Sadly, most just read it and leave without saying a word. I don’t care about the votes. I want opinion. I just wanted to ask if you could check my book “Cancer and such”? That’s it. You don’t have to read it whole, but be honest about it. 
          Goodnight.

Priyareddy2277

Sure
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issenrae

Hi, sorry for the plug! Do you mind checking out my book? If you do, please let me know your thoughts! I'll also do my best to support your story if you want. Please delete my message if you find this rude. Thank you!
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/372759307?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=icefleurrr

Priyareddy2277

Okay
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