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Did you publish chapter 14?
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Hello dear readers of Krishna Sundari!
I thought I’d post an update for Diwali — and I did — but it seems the Wattpad glitch absolutely adores me. Although the chapters are published, there’s been no notification!
I’ve uploaded three new chapters of KS, along with an important author’s note (A/N). Please do check them out, as things are getting rather exciting now— and there’s a touch of mystery.
Did you publish chapter 14?
Btw how many chapters will be there? Is it a short story?
@maadhurya_ No, buddy. That ain't a short story, it will easily have 50-55 chapters.
Hey when u gonna update maadhurya again?
Hello dear readers of Krishna Sundari!
I thought I’d post an update for Diwali — and I did — but it seems the Wattpad glitch absolutely adores me. Although the chapters are published, there’s been no notification!
I’ve uploaded three new chapters of KS, along with an important author’s note (A/N). Please do check them out, as things are getting rather exciting now— and there’s a touch of mystery.
Hey there! Thank you for the follow!
Sending you loads of happiness and peace:)
Author madam, give some attention to Maadhurya also please.
Krishna Sundari shouldn't be your only child.
@Words_Smith09 @me_idnsd thank you for the spoiler, dev manush. *bows. gives you mithai ke dabbe* *sits back and enjoys the drama* acche se lado. Mast entertainment mil raha hai. xD
@me_idnsd -_- bhai dekh pact banate screenplay writing Mera, tum director hi raho, author ka poora credit mil jaati hain, I will give u two momo with extra chutney profit se -■-■ I am very kind
@Words_Smith09 Personal attack nahi -_- vaise likh lo Akshaya Keerthi bahut bada stain hai mere grammar pe aur identity pe jo maine as an 8th grader paap kiya tha
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