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AyushiChauhan017

@_fantasizing_ it's ok didi.. Aap spoilers toh regularly doge na insta prr usme hi pet bhar jyega jb tk story padhne ka chance mile ❤
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@AyushiChauhan017 it would make no sense. The entire story set up would be ruined
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fuckingluvmyself

@_fantasizing_ thank you so much sweetheart
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Vanya_Raghuvanshi

 #NEW BOOKS
          
          "Why are you here?" he demanded, voice a low growl, words trembling on the edge of rage. "In my territory. In my empire. What do you want?"
          
          V.S. took a step forward. One deliberate, measured step. The click of her boots echoed through the marble, sharp and intrusive-like a warning.
          
          "You," she said, voice calm, steady, chillingly intimate. "Mr. Raghuvanshi."
          
          Raghav's blood ran hot. Fury ignited, spreading like wildfire under his skin. He took two quick, sharp steps back-not in fear, but in preparation, predator acknowledging prey.
          
          "Don't you dare come near me," he snapped, voice dropping to deadly calm, his hand drifting toward his gun. "I already have the world's prettiest wife. I don't allow anyone else near me."
          
          She didn't step back. Didn't flinch. Instead, the rage in her eyes softened ever so slightly, revealing a different layer-cold, poised, untouchable.
          
          "Maybe," she said quietly, almost casually, almost amused, "I'm prettier than her."
          
          Every word struck him, sharp as a knife. His hand tightened around the gun, knuckles white, calm and lethal fury coiled like a spring in his chest.
          
          "Leave. Now," he warned, voice low, measured, every syllable carrying the weight of lethal intent. "Or I won't think twice before shooting you where you stand."
          
          Her voice softened. Not surrendering. Not frightened. Almost intimate.
          
          "Your wife," she said quietly, her tone eerily calm, "is very lucky."
           
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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.
          
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author__vivienne

Hii author, 
          
          First of all I apologize to post a conversation without the permission of the author.
          
          I’m a new author and just released my first book. 
          ARIA~where fire meets melody. 
          
          It’s a romantic mystery that blends love, music, and a touch of fate. The story follows a bold lawyer and a charming singer whose worlds collide in ways neither expected. It’s about connection, secrets, and that kind of love that feels impossible to ignore.
          
          If you enjoy this story that make you feel ,with emotions, warmth, and a hint of chaos. I’d be so genuinely  happy if you gave Aria a read and let me know your review. 
          
          Thank you!!! 
          
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Isdona

didi why did you take down ur both completed books im asking this because i cant pay and read ur books on scrollstack i dont earn im just a student pls bring them back i beg you bbf is one of my favourite books it ws like go to for me i havent open wattpad in longtime i started reading it again recently and today when i opened bbf i discovered you have put it all on ss pls bring it here im begging you even bbl pls pls pls

Crazychori044

I don’t even know how to start this properly, because no words feel big enough—but I’ll try.
          I know that  one of your books has been taken down, and I’ve honestly been carrying this quiet sadness since then. That story meant more to me than I can explain easily. It wasn’t just something I read—it was something I felt. It stayed with me long after I closed the pages. It comforted me on days I didn’t even know I needed comfort, and it gave me feelings I didn’t know how to name until your words did it for me.
          There was something so special about that book—its emotions, its honesty, the way it spoke softly but deeply at the same time. It felt like it understood me. I know that might sound dramatic, but readers know when a story becomes more than a story. Yours did that to me.
          I completely respect that, as an author, you have your own reasons, boundaries, and journey. I know writing is personal, and sometimes letting go of a piece is necessary. Still, I wanted you to know that this book truly mattered. It mattered to me, and I’m sure to many others who may not have found the words to say it.
          If there is even the smallest chance that you would consider republishing it someday—now or in the future but please not so late coz i m missing it so badly —I wanted you to know that it would mean the world to at least one reader whose heart it touched deeply. And if not, I’m still incredibly grateful that I got to experience it at all.
          Thank you for sharing your words with us. Thank you for creating something that left a permanent mark on my heart. No matter what you choose, I’ll always admire your work and the courage it takes to put pieces of your soul into stories.
          With so much respect, appreciation, and love for your writing 
          Lots of love ❤️  from my side diiiduuuu ✨️
          Plzz  plzzzz and plzzz just consider my request coz im really missing it.  Sachhii