itskritioberoi

Woke up from a coma to see Wattpad had suspended my account. Well, the coma part is me trying to act like AO3 author.  The suspended part, unfortunately, is true.

Arti289

@itskritioberoi when will writing
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Arti289

@itskritioberoi kb bhi aygi vardan
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_darcelle_

@itskritioberoi oh okay
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archivesofrooh

Sorry for posting in your message board,  but if you do have time please do check out my new work!
          
          A desi multicouple novella featuring two brothers and sisters, polar opposites of each other yet still managing to be attracted to the other's chaos.
          
          Everything Unspoken is a love letter to all the people who've loved and lost, who've loved and lived, who've loved and loved and loved.
          
          So if you're one, (even if you're not) do check it out and drop your opinions!
          
          With lots of love,
          Rudra.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/410376495?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=archivesofrooh

yesha_writs

I hope you wouldn't mind posting my book ?!
          This is my first book. Please give it a Chance need your support and love guysssss  
          
          She had spent years learning how to disappear—how to make herself small, silent, forgettable. Fear wasn’t a feeling anymore; it was instinct, stitched into every breath she took. The past didn’t stay behind her. It followed. It waited.
          So when the opportunity came to start over, she didn’t trust it.
          
          New city. New life. New name.
          
          And then there was him.The past had taught her one thing well—
          
          Monsters didn’t always look like monsters.
          
          So she should have recognized him for what he was.
          He didn’t pretend to be kind. That was the first warning.Men like him didn’t hide behind charm or soft words. There was no mask—only control, cold and absolute. The kind of man people didn’t question, not because they respected him, but because they knew better than to try.
          He didn’t ask for things.
          He took.
          
          “Running won’t help you,” he told her once, his voice low, almost calm. Not a threat. Not a warning.
          
          A fact.
          
          Because men like him didn’t hunt for sport.
          They hunted with purpose.
          And whatever he was—
          He wasn’t drawn to her by chance.
          He had been there long before she ever saw him.
          
          Watching.
          
          Waiting.
          
          Choosing.
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/410353725?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=yesha_writs

Authorserrrrra2

 #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=li
          
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pearlxblush

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