Jnnyy

Sorry to post here. 
          
          "Hey! Dropping by because I think we share a similar taste in drama... "
          
          ​If you ever find yourself craving a story about academic rivals who genuinely can’t stand each other (but can’t stop staring), I’d love for you to check out Campus Hate. No pressure at all, just thought it might be your cup of tea! ☕✨
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/408435546?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=strawbwrite
          
          ​Happy writing/reading!
          Thank you!! 

 #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.
          
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What happened to the season 2 of ceo's replaced bride author ji?

Hey everybody check out my book it's a multi couple with different tropes of each.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/406592242?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Vforvaibs

Sorry for posting it here but give my story a chance guys!!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/374401548?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Kanviwrtss

I'm sorry for posting here 
           please give it a try everyone 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/394626231?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Eva278652

Assalamualaikum cuties ✨
          Yeh story sirf entertainment nahi, balki halal emotions, clean mohabbat aur sukoon bhari feelings ka safar hai.
          Agar aapko soft romance, boundaries ke saath pyaar aur thoda sa dard + bohot saara sabr pasand hai, toh give my story a try.
          In Sha Allah, yahan dil ko chubhne wali cheezein nahi, balki dil ko sukoon dene wali baatein milengi.
          Pasand aaye toh vote, comment aur follow se apna pyaar zaroor dikhana—your support means the world to me.                             https://www.wattpad.com/story/400583631?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=farheenunfiltered

Jnnyy, im really a big fan of your story CEO's replaced bride. I know this might make you angry. But i wanted to rewrite your story in a different way but only if you give me permission. I like the characters sooo muchh. I just wanted to make the story a bit different and thats all. Pls kindly permit me to rewrite your story..
          
          From a little fan of your book

https://www.wattpad.com/story/409252168?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=miliwrts
          
          
          "I’m really sorry for promoting here without asking 
          I just wanted to share my story Stolen Destiny based on replaced bride, misunderstanding and forced marriage trope.
          If anyone is interested, you can check it out on my profile ✨"
          
          
          
          Thank you 

"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."
          
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