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https://www.wattpad.com/story/413787062?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=iipriya27 Hey readers! ❤️ I’ve started writing a fantasy romance filled with dragons, kingdoms, and second chances. If that’s your genre, I’d be happy if you checked out The Second Flame.
Hi! I hope it’s okay for me to leave this message here
I’m really sorry for posting on your board like this, I know it can be a little intrusive… but I genuinely wanted to share something close to my heart
I’ve recently published a story titled He Was Never Mine.
It follows three lives that slowly, painfully intertwine—
Myra Ranawat, bold, sharp, and seemingly untouchable, yet carrying wounds she never lets anyone see…
Prisha Mehta, quiet, gentle, and used to being invisible, choosing silence over everything…
and Vansh Aggarwal, the one who unknowingly becomes the center of something neither of them planned for.
What begins as simple friendships doesn’t stay simple for long.
It turns into a love triangle—not just filled with emotions, but with confusion, jealousy, and the kind of pain that lingers.
Because sometimes…
the hardest thing isn’t falling in love.
It’s standing there—
watching the person you love… choose someone else.
Right in front of you.
And pretending like it doesn’t break something inside.
This story isn’t just about romance—
it’s about the quiet heartbreak, the unspoken feelings, the tension between what is felt and what is shown, and the damage people cause even when they don’t mean to.
If you enjoy emotional, slow-burn, character-driven stories with depth, intensity, and a touch of chaos, you might connect with this one.
I would truly appreciate it if you give it a chance and share your thoughts
Thank you so much for your time… and again, I’m really sorry for the interruption
https://www.wattpad.com/story/405418693?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing℘_page=create℘_uname=DiviTales
mam please mention if you're writing it in Hindi or please atleast give the translation in English
so it is convinent to read
Hii everyone!
Firstly I am really sorry author for posting it here but I want to say that I have published my very 1st story "Her protector" so if you guys are interested in cop romance sudden marriage soft romance then please give it a chance
Thank you❤️
https://www.wattpad.com/story/408623455?utm_source=android&utm_medium=whatsapp&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=Aurora_Whispers
#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_medium=link&u __________________
.....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
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