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 cheeks...
          
          "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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Daydreams369

Dear Reader,
          
          I’m a new writer… just someone who sat down one day with a feeling in her heart and a story that refused to stay quiet.
          
          That story became Sanjog.
          
          If you believe in the soul’s memory…
          If the idea of past lives, unfinished love, sacred rituals, and forgotten truths moves something deep within you…
          Then maybe this story is calling you too.
          
          Sanjog is my debut. I didn’t plot it, I received it.
          It came to me like a haunting memory, a whisper from lifetimes ago.
          I am simply trying to do justice to the weight it carries.
          
          It’s the story of a timeless bond.
          Of Dhananjay, a prince who once leapt into fire for love.
          Of Lakshmi, whose scream still echoes through the corridors of an ancient haveli.
          And of Arjun and Shriya, two souls trying to remember what the world wants them to forget.
          
          There’s beauty here.
          There’s darkness too.
          But most of all, there’s love — defiant, patient, divine.
          
          If you decide to step into this world, know that I welcome you not just as a reader — but as a witness to a tale that has waited centuries to be told.
          
          With nervous hands and a grateful heart,
          — Anamika 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/398657912?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=anamikawrites4u

Thefireecracker

           Empire of Ashes: She Burned the Throne 
          He was a warrior with fire in his veins.
          She was a princess with vengeance in her heart.
          Their love was never written in the stars—
          It was carved in blood, betrayal, and war.
          
          He was meant to protect her.
          But he fell instead—deep, dangerously, and irrevocably.
          So he did the only thing he could:
          He burned the throne... to keep her from walking away.
          
           He was never meant to love her. She was never meant to forgive him.
          But in a world ruled by swords, betrayal, and buried truths, desire becomes the most dangerous weapon of all.
          
          Enter the empire.
          Feel the fire.
          Fall into the dark.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/392300765?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Thefireecracker