Sublime_writes
akshiiwritess
Sorry for being heree author
A simple story about two normal people.
No rich boy. No billionaire drama. No unrealistic "perfect love."
Just stolen glances, loud streets, shared buildings, and feelings growing quietly between ordinary days.
Welcome to ✨Delhi✨
Dil walon ki Dilli...
where evenings are filled with traffic noises, chai ki smell, random scooter honks, and aunties standing in balconies collecting updates faster than news channels
She is chaos wrapped in soft colours
Talkative. Dramatic. Full of energy.
But only at home.
Around her mother and sisters, she becomes her loudest, happiest self. A true "ghar ki baddie" in her tiny little world ✨
Outside?
A little responsible. A little stubborn. A little too used to handling everyone.
He is a typical Indian boy
Easy-going. Playful. Always outside till 8 p.m. because after that, even azaad parindas have curfew ️
He laughs too easily, talks too casually, and somehow always appears exactly where the chaos is happening.
They live in the same building.
Not some luxury apartment with shiny elevators and rooftop cafés.
Just normal floors.
Shared walls.
Open staircases.
Water motors running in the morning.
Neighbours yelling names from downstairs.
And a terrace full of drying clothes where one careless step can either start a fight... or a conversation ✨
Ground floor.
First floor.
Bas itni si doori.
Between park walks, summer evenings, family weddings, late-night terrace air, stupid arguments, "Tum bohot annoying ho," and accidental comfort...
they slowly become part of each other's routine
Not all love stories begin with destiny.
Some begin with shared buildings, noisy roads, and someone waiting near the staircase just a little longer than necessary
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sunflower_doingmasti
hi bbg <3
this is my first book - his arms her home pls give your precious time to this and if u like it pls do vote and comment.
thank you<333
Sublime_writes
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rosypearl10
#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?
AuthorVrushy_
Do read my book and if you find it interesting then make sure to vote and leave your comments that mean a lot to me ♡︎
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Sheya_wrts
I sincerely apologise to the author to promote my book here without her permission, in case if it's not allowed.
If you like Dark romance, then give this a try: THE DEVIL'S AMBER
A story where the author unintentionally finds herself in the same situation as one of her books she wrote. Living her life with the least of the worries, she felt eyes soon around her and realised she was being stalked. To worsen the situation, she got a parcel one fine morning where the secrets of her past lay hidden. Unspoken. Intriguing.
A story where the underworld businessman came to India to find a mole that hid amongst his trusted men. And obsessing over an author was the last thing in his plans for coming to India. Yet he finds the peace in her, which he didn't realise he needed.
Two people, troubled with pasts.
Both from different worlds with different goals.
A woman who doesn't know she was being stalked.
A man who wouldn't ever let her leave.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/401764138?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Sheya_wrts
And in case if you like sci-fi thriller story, here i present — CRIMSON FREQUENCY.
Every word has a pulse.
Every story has a cost.
Each word she writes reshapes the world..
And the line between author and god begins to blur.
When fiction bleeds,
no one is safe from the author.
CRIMSON FREQUENCY is more than just sci-fi.
It blends psychological thriller, buried secrets, and a past the world was never meant to uncover.
As a zombie apocalypse unravels everything they thought they knew, a group must fight not only the undead—but the truth hidden behind their own reality.
Because sometimes…
The real horror isn’t the monsters.
It’s the one holding the pen.
Read to know more!
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Authorserrrrra2
#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_mediu __________________
rosypearl10
#NEWBOOKS Some love stories begin with stolen glances. Theirs began with arguments. Dhvani Maheshwari - soft-eyed, sharp-tongued, dramatic beyond control. Krishiv Ranawat - silent, dangerous, infuriatingly composed. From the very first meeting, sparks didn't fly. They collided. Every conversation turned into a debate. Every glance carried challenge. Every moment together felt like a battlefield where neither was ready to surrender. She thought he was arrogant. He thought she was impossible. And yet... neither could stay away. What begins as rivalry slowly turns into something neither of them planned - something deeper, heavier, more consuming. The fights soften into teasing. The teasing turns into stolen moments. And somewhere between ego and emotion, they fall. Hard. But Krishiv doesn't love halfway. He loves with intensity. With possession. With a quiet claim in his eyes that says you're mine without ever asking permission. His protectiveness borders on dangerous. His jealousy burns slow but fierce. And when he chooses Dhvani, he chooses her completely. Dhvani, with her innocent heart and dramatic soul, never imagined love would feel like this - overwhelming, consuming, beautiful... and terrifying all at once. Because this isn't a gentle romance. This is obsession wrapped in devotion. This is fire disguised as affection. This is love that doesn't fade - it takes over. Ishq Ki Deewangi is a story of hatred that turns into hunger, of arguments that turn into longing, of two stubborn hearts who fight the world - and each other - before finally surrendering to the madness of love. Because when love becomes deewangi... there's no turning back. https://www.wattpad.com/story/408312321?
faustalivia
author can you please tell me how many more chapters are there in pain and cure
pretty please