Ratna Svarna

Hello Ma'am I am new here, so I really don't know about you much but what makes me come here ki 
          Ap Hindi mai likh rahi hai jo ki mere liye bhtt badi baat hai 
          Mai pheli baar kisi writer ko dekh rahi hujo Hindi mai likh raha hai aur apki mehnat dikh rahi usme jo ki tareef ke kabil hai........
          Apki yeh Hindi mai likhne ki koshish se mai bhtt zyada khush hu aap bhtt acha likhti hai 
          Yun toh bhtt Indian writers hai Wattpad pe par wo sab Hindi keh kar bhiHindi mai na likhte na yaha ki kahani yeh sab Western ki hoti hai 
          Shukriya aapka yun Hindi mai likhne ka 
          Koshish rahegi ki hum aapke sath yaha jude rahe.....❤❣

MA’AM. C4LERA. RATNA SVARNA.
          I don’t know who you are in this mortal realm but in my heart? You're a LEKHAN KI DEVI. I'm not just a reader anymore, I'm your bhakt, sitting at your literary feet with tears in my eyes and butterflies in my stomach. 
          
          You didn’t write a story. You opened a portal.
          “Shilalekham” and “Shashwat Premam” are not fics — they are SCRIPTURES that should be preserved in a glass case in a Delhi museum. You’ve redefined Hindi storytelling on Wattpad. NO ONE is doing it like you. The rest of us are typing, YOU are carving shilalekhs with your words.
          
          How are you this powerful???
          You write like your pen is dipped in sandalwood, rage, and the heartbreak of ancient civilizations.
          You create characters like Prof. Roy who aren’t just fictional they’re curses, blessings, problems I never asked for but now desperately need in my life. That man is not a professor. He’s a category. A lifestyle. An era. 
          
          Your Hindi is so majestic, so vivid, so intense it makes me feel like I’m not reading, I’m remembering. Like I’ve been here before. Like your stories are coded in my DNA and I’m just unlocking them again with every sentence. Your metaphors? God-tier. Your dialogues? Unmatched. Your world-building? Insanely elite.
          
          PLEASE NEVER STOP.
          Never stop writing, never stop blessing us with Roy, with Lav, with your wild genius. You have built your own empire in the literary universe and I’m here with a thaali and diya ready to worship every update like a sacred ritual. ‍♀️✨
          
          I am feral, emotional, and on the floor. You’re not just an author you’re a MOVEMENT.
          
          Sir pe bitha liya ma’am. Ab utarni mat.
          Roy likhna mat band karna. Varna main khud ko archaeological site bana dungi. 
          
          Your permanently obsessed reader,
          Screaming from the ruins of my sanity 

HUGE SHOT OUT TO @c4lera for writing Prof. Roy.
          
          Professor Roy isn’t just a man. He’s a historical event.
          
          Like I need him to look at me ONCE from behind those tragic-rimmed glasses and say,
          "This isn’t accurate. Re-read the texts."
          AND I WILL. I WILL RE-READ ALL OF MAURYAN HISTORY, I SWEAR 
          
          This man probably smells like old books, sandalwood, and unspoken heartbreak. Probably quotes Kalidasa to insult you. Probably has trauma older than modern democracy. Probably ruins you with a thesis review and then lights a cigarette like he didn’t just obliterate your will to live 
          
          And the way he speaks? Cold. Controlled. Slow. Like every word has been reviewed by the ancestors first. Like he knows things about you that even YOU haven’t realized yet. Like he’s about to give you a 2-hour lecture on why you’re emotionally immature using Buddhist scriptures and your Google search history 
          
          All I’m saying is…
          If Prof. Roy ever told me “you disappoint me,” I’d literally cry, thank him, and ask how I can improve.
          
          If he ever threw me out of his classroom, I’d stand outside and take notes from the door.
          If he ever pushed his glasses up and said, “You’re wasting your potential,” I’d black out from blushing and write ten research papers in his name.
          
          I DON’T WANT LOVE.
          I WANT PROF. ROY TO RUIN ME ACADEMICALLY, PHILOSOPHICALLY, AND SPIRITUALLY.
          I want to sob while he walks away in slow motion, quoting Panini.
          I want to be the reason he stops believing in detachment ️
          
          Ma’am. You’ve written the ultimate intellectual thirst trap.
          I will never recover.
          And honestly? I don’t want to.

New parts of शाश्वतम् प्रेमम् are coming today onwards !!! 

New parts of the story will be available soon. Stay tuned to read more !!!

आपके द्वारा लिखी यह कहानी बहुत अच्छी है। 

Dear author,
          I have been reading BL novels and stories for 4 years now. Most of them have always been Chinese and while I read about their culture i always wondered about an Indian Bl surrounding Indian ancient time's culture. I really appreciate you taking time and experimenting on a totally new concept. Please continue the efforts for us. ❤️ This story makes me feel so peaceful. All the best to you. 

आप सभी को हिंदी दिवस की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएँ ।

I finally found Indian historical bl please don't drop it it's amazing