authorkikiii

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Asbachaudharyy

 #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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strawbwrite

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! ☕✨
          
          
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          ​Happy writing/reading!
          Thank you!!

Author__butterry

Hi everyone   Sorry for promoting my work here  I truly respect this authors’ board.   Ishq Shava an emotional story of love, friendship, and unexpected twists. I’d really appreciate it if you check it out and share your feedback.  Thank you https://www.wattpad.com/story/410297868?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=author__kukuu

pearly_damn

 #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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AuthorserrrrA

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
          
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