Trisha_Storyteller

Hey baby sis. How are you? I thought to check on you. Mwah!

Hello didi i hope you are fine but sorry for posting it but i hope you will try my book once i just started writing that book  and i request everyone to try this 
          
          Book name  - The lions of rathore's 
          
          This is not just a story about power, wealth, or the mafia world.
          
          This is the story of a family.
          
          A family feared by the world.
          A family built on loyalty, blood, sacrifice, and unbreakable bonds.
          
          The Rathores are known as kings, devils, and rulers of an empire. People fear their names, their power, and the darkness that follows them.
          
          But behind every empire lies a heart.
          
          Behind every ruthless man lies a story.
          
          And behind every legacy lies a family that would burn the world for the people they love.
          
          In this journey, you will witness love, loyalty, friendship, betrayal, heartbreak, laughter, chaos, and moments that may leave you smiling one day and emotionally damaged the next.
          
          Every brother has his own story.
          Every queen has her own strength.
          Every scar has a reason.
          
          This is the beginning of a legacy written in blood and protected by love.
          
          Welcome to the world of the Rathores.

Hi love. I hope you're doing well. Thought to check on you, angel.

Hi baby! Stay hydrated my love. I hope you cross two k followers in a few weeks soon.  You deserve it, my multi talented and hardworking girl. Mwah

Hey baby sis! How are you doing? Me exams recently ended and I'm occupied with my practicals and vivas. I hope you're getting time to rest. Stay hydrated my jaan. I'm always here for you. Love u sm my talented and hardworking girl 

People think suffering is dramatic.
          
          They think it looks like screaming, crying, breaking things, begging for help.
          
          Sometimes suffering looks like waking up at 5 in the morning and checking your notifications before your eyes are fully open.
          
          Sometimes it looks like staring at a screen for fifteen hours because if you stop working, the fear catches up to you.
          
          Sometimes it looks like smiling so often that nobody realizes your jaw hurts from holding it together.
          
          Nobody sees the nights.
          
          Nobody sees me waking up over and over again to check analytics, emails, comments, opportunities that never came.
          
          Nobody sees me bargaining with sleep.
          
          "Just one more refresh."
          
          "Just one more check."
          
          "Maybe something happened."
          
          Nothing ever happens.
          
          And yet I keep checking.
          
          Not because I am obsessed with numbers.
          
          Because I am obsessed with surviving.
          
          People ask me how much money I made.
          
          Nobody asks me how much sleep I got.
          
          People ask me about views.
          
          Nobody asks me if my head still hurts.
          
          People ask me about success.
          
          Nobody asks me if I am okay.
          
          I have spent so much of my life being strong that people forgot strength has a cost.
          
          I have spent so much of my life smiling that people forgot smiles can be worn like armor.
          
          The truth is, I am tired.
          
          Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
          
          The kind of tired that settles into your bones after years of carrying things alone.
          
          Twenty years is a long time to feel lonely in a room full of people.
          
          Twenty years is a long time to be surrounded and unseen.
          
          Sometimes I wonder if anyone would recognize my pain if I stopped hiding it behind jokes, stories, achievements, and laughter.
          
          Or would they only notice when I could no longer carry it?
          
          I am not asking for pity.
          
          I am not asking to be saved.
          
          I am simply telling the truth.
          
          Some people are not fighting because they want to win.
          
          Some people are fighting because they are trying to make it through another day.
          
          

I must say dii your sweet warning to us is beautiful well my focus is on your voice hehe ✨✨✨

Hii everyone if you are interested in dark romance and mafia romance you can go and check it out this book https://www.wattpad.com/story/412384442?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=author_katee

Hello author hope you are fine thanku for uploading eshass andd ishq and keep going we(true readers ) are in support of you and well we only do that to wish you Good luckkk

Sending big hugs for you baby sis!