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Hi! I'm a new author with an ongoing novel, and I was hoping you could give it a read and share your thoughts and insights. I would really appreciate it!
https://www.wattpad.com/story/412546118?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=sondervrwhr
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Hi! I hope you don't mind me sharing my story here. If self-promotion isn't allowed on your message board, please feel free to delete this message.
Please, Stay Close
When duty-bound police officer Rudra Singh Shekhawat is forced into an arranged marriage with Aarohi Raichand, two strangers from completely different worlds must learn to coexist under one roof.
But with family expectations, unspoken fears, and secrets that refuse to stay buried, staying apart becomes impossible—and staying close becomes dangerous.
✨ Tropes: arranged marriage • slow burn • Indian romance • police officer • forced proximity
If this sounds like something you'd enjoy, I'd love for you to check it out. Thank you for your time, and wishing you lots of success with your own story! ❤️
https://www.wattpad.com/story/412568420?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=AuthorrLeyWritess
Hiii
Sorry for being heree author
A simple story about two normal people.
No rich boy. No billionaire drama. No unrealistic "perfect love."
Just stolen glances, loud streets, shared buildings, and feelings growing quietly between ordinary days.
Welcome to ✨Delhi✨
Dil walon ki Dilli...
where evenings are filled with traffic noises, chai ki smell, random scooter honks, and aunties standing in balconies collecting updates faster than news channels
She is chaos wrapped in soft colours
Talkative. Dramatic. Full of energy.
But only at home.
Around her mother and sisters, she becomes her loudest, happiest self. A true "ghar ki baddie" in her tiny little world ✨
Outside?
A little responsible. A little stubborn. A little too used to handling everyone.
He is a typical Indian boy
Easy-going. Playful. Always outside till 8 p.m. because after that, even azaad parindas have curfew ️
He laughs too easily, talks too casually, and somehow always appears exactly where the chaos is happening.
They live in the same building.
Not some luxury apartment with shiny elevators and rooftop cafés.
Just normal floors.
Shared walls.
Open staircases.
Water motors running in the morning.
Neighbours yelling names from downstairs.
And a terrace full of drying clothes where one careless step can either start a fight... or a conversation ✨
Ground floor.
First floor.
Bas itni si doori.
Between park walks, summer evenings, family weddings, late-night terrace air, stupid arguments, "Tum bohot annoying ho," and accidental comfort...
they slowly become part of each other's routine
Not all love stories begin with destiny.
Some begin with shared buildings, noisy roads, and someone waiting near the staircase just a little longer than necessary
https://www.wattpad.com/story/409084280?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=akshiiwritess
.....Sorry for being heree author ......
Between Bones & Heartbeats
Everyone asked the same question.
"MBBS nahi mila?"
Sanskriti Mishra learned to smile and ignore it.
Getting into BHU's Physiotherapy program was supposed to be a proud moment. Instead, it became a constant reminder of the dream people thought she had failed to achieve.
Determined to prove herself, she enters college with one goal:
Study hard.
Stay focused.
Don't get distracted.
Then she meets Dev Sharma.
A first-year student with messy hair, endless jokes, and a cricket dream he was forced to leave behind.
He wanted to become a cricketer.
She wanted people to stop treating her dream like a second choice.
Life had other plans.
Between practical labs, hostel corridors, midnight study sessions, chai breaks, impossible exams, and the city of Banaras quietly watching from the sidelines, two strangers slowly become friends.
And maybe something more.
But college isn't just about love.
It's about finding yourself when everyone expects you to be someone else.
And sometimes, the hardest thing to heal isn't a muscle, a bone, or a ligament.
It's a heart carrying dreams it never got to live.
✨
A story of friendship, ambition, family expectations, missed dreams, and the people who help us find our way back to ourselves.
"He couldn't become the cricketer he dreamed of being. She couldn't become the doctor everyone expected her to be. Somewhere in between, they found a dream worth sharing."
https://www.wattpad.com/story/412056683?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=library&wp_uname=akshiiwritess
Hello! This is my book. I hope you'll give it a chance and enjoy reading it.❤️
Ira Sharma is a 24-year-old secretary to Rudra Khanna, and he trusts her more than anyone in his business and personal matters.
Tushar Khanna is a 17-year-old high school student, still young and inexperienced, who suddenly finds himself married to his father's secretary under unexpected circumstances.
After their marriage, life takes an uncertain turn. Will they remain strangers, living under the same roof with distance between them, or will time slowly break the walls between them and turn this forced bond into something deeper?
As fate quietly plays its role, their journey becomes a question of trust, emotions, and the meaning of an unexpected relationship that neither of them ever planned for.
"Ira..." his weak voice trembled as he looked at her from the hospital bed. "Promise me... you'll marry my son."
Her eyes widened instantly. "Sir... what are you saying?"
"I don't trust anyone else," he whispered painfully. "My enemies won't spare him after I'm gone. Only you can protect him."
"But sir..." her voice shook. "He's just seventeen... and I'm older than him."
"He'll turn eighteen in a few months," he said slowly. "I'll arrange the marriage papers before that... please, Ira. This is the last favor I'll ever ask from you."
Tears filled her eyes as silence spread through the room.
Because she knew... this wasn't a marriage.
It was a dying father's last wish.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/411777338?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=RoyalEraWrites
Hii, I am a big fan of yours and I just love the way you write, so I just wanted to ask that will you please upload second gen of bride series on Wattpad as I am a student and I can't buy it. So please can you upload it here????Pls do it Aakriti ma'am
Hii Dear Author ,
First of all am very huge fan of all your stories.
But here I want to report something, there is a author @ pearlverseex copied the plot of your story " the unwilling bride" with story name " their unending love"
I don't know any other means to report this .
If this massage reaches you first do check that author's story and If you believe it is copied work do take some action .