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          .....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

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Hieee please check out my first book! 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/411396762?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=ViyaWrites17_

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! ☕✨
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/408435546?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=strawbwrite
          
          ​Happy writing/reading!
          Thank you!! 

Two families. One secret and a hatred that runs deeper than either of them know.
          
          He was supposed to be her enemy.
          She was supposed to be his revenge.
          Neither of them expected this.
          
          She hates everything he stands for.
          He can't stay away from her.
          
          And someone out there wants to make sure they never find the truth.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/405771963?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Trishverse
          
          Sorry author for posting here.

 #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_mediu
          
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Hello everyone,
          
          Firstly I'm sorry for using your page to promote my book author. But I am a new author here and I just wanted to let the readers here know about my book, Always you.
          
          The tropes of the book are :
          ♡Billionaire Romance
          ♡Secret Marriage
          ♡Marriage of Convenience 
          ♡Boss x Employee 
          ♡Morally Gray ML x Silent/Introvert FL
          ♡Slow burn
          ♡Angst
          ♡Age gap (5 years)
          ♡NewYork x Mumbai
          ♡Business man x Techie FL
          ♡Possessive ML & FL
          ♡Hurt her and you die
          ♡He falls first x both fall harder
          ♡Grovelling 
          ♡Redemption 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/408786282?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=ariaa_archives

Hey guys, the chapter will be out tomorrow. I am really sorry! I know I have told you all that I will update it by today but due to my academic pressure I couldn't get the time to write the last part of the chapter. I need to write that. I will definitely update by tomorrow night. (also I won't ghost you all this time don't worry, jaungi bhi toh kehke jaungi) 
          
          I just need one more day then I’ll update. I hope you all will understand. 
          
          Thank you so much. I love you all! 
          By tomorrow, pakka! ❤️

"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."
           
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/406993657?utm_source=android&utm_med