thatgirlfromwatt

Hey :)
          I'm sorry to slip into your messages, I've recently published my first book, 'Kismat Connection'. As a new writer, your support would mean the world to me. If you have a moment, I would be incredibly grateful if you could give it a try.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/371792608 ?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link &utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story _details_button&wp_uname=Offo_Pratistha
          
          Thank you♡
          Offo_Pratistha

Hey!
          Do check out Nightingale Tells A Tale, a collection of short stories written by me.
          I hope you'll like it.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/385134748?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=VeiledNyx

Hello, checking if your still alive?

          I'm thrilled to announce that I've officially begun writing my own story. This project is something I've been passionate about for a long time, and I can't wait to share it with you all. Stay tuned for updates and a glimpse into the world I'm creating!
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/373739710?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Ramisha__tahir

hello

Hello! Can you check out my Short Stories book. 
          The book is all about Pakistani novels. If you are into Pakistani romances, give it a try.
          I hope you like it✨❤️
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/353264182?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Dreams_valley&wp_originator=vUe0JprnNrnYwzmEVdi7tWT5NjmoOmO3kwQJsTeo2Tqdg1ZPFzI4gpMb4kxxIq3vmFhNQYXaBI0Bd%2BkdDZL0e1JDiEMNK649GaBEW%2F6X3qBATd58THhGWV2m2B7jbgNQ

Hey 
          
          Sorry to disturb you but if you are fan of Mafia or Desi Royal Romance then please feel free to check out my book MY SAFE HEAVEN. 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/331407705?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Mystical___Girl&wp_originator=IZgmfhfRdMk97ScNULhSDEQw94fqGiyr52Nnykdz9ZepAOTfnUdKlQE4rdee9qNCPAFuU9GvKeb8EO51sIDoShIqRfSW24Rs%2BAlPyiy68OVs0EjwBOaxCs7qgEMANUC%2B
          
          THANK YOU 
          ♡♡

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity 

New Interview of Reader.... Check it out 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/324444986