toournew

          
           
          
          Please try MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND 
          
          Hridhaya always knew Karthick was bad for her blood pressure-grumpy, arrogant, and permanently stuck in rage mode. But when their families drop the ultimate MARRIAGE bomb and decide they should get married, she thinks her life is doomed. 
          
          HRIDHAYA:
          
          Marrying Karthick worser than to.....
          
          ❌ Be buried under a mountain of cockroaches.
          
          ❌ Watch a 3-hour TV serial in slowmotion
          
          ❌Worser than being struck in an elevator with a nosy relative
          
          But no. Instead of living my peaceful, Karthick-free life, I'm now stuck in a wedding I never signed up for-with him, cactus Karthick. The man who argues with me like it's his full-time job. The man whose favorite hobby is irritate me. This isn't a wedding. This is a hostage situation.
          
          KARTHICK:
          
          If someone had told me I'd be married to Hridhaya, I would have laughed i. Or screamed. Or jumped into a crocodile-infested river-less painful than this. 
          
          Because marrying Hridhaya?
          
          ❌ worser than Using a blunt razor on the face and ending up with battle scars.
          
          ❌ Worse than being stuck in a never-ending WhatsApp family group.
          
          ❌  Worse than getting stuck in traffic right before reaching home when you really need to pee.
          
          She's bossy, loud, and has an answer for everything. And now?And now She's my wife.This is not a marriage. This is a lifetime sentence.
          
          Between petty sabotage, accidental attraction, and a wedding they never asked for, their battle isn't just about avoiding marriage anymore-it's about surviving it.
          
          Because the more they fight, the closer they get... and the closer they get, the more dangerous this game becomes.
          
          Brace yourselves. This isn't just a wedding. It's all-out war. 
          
           
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/user/HopelessRomanticPoo?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_profile&wp_page=user_details&wp_uname=PoornaNarayanaswamy

miralovestowrite

Heyyy!
          
          I’m currently sharing two stories that are super close to my heart, and I’d love for you to check them out if they sound like your vibe 
          
          ✨ Veiled Crown is a slow-burn Indian desi royal love story, filled with hidden identities, temple rituals, stolen glances, and sacred longing. It’s about a princess raised in silence and a prince exiled for asking too many questions—drawn to each other by fate, faith, and everything left unspoken.
          
          ❤️ Threads of Sins dives into the dark, dangerous world of the Indian mafia. It’s an intense enemies-to-lovers story with powerful emotions, hidden motives, and slow-burning tension that might just ruin or redeem them both.
          
          If you love forbidden love, poetic storytelling, or stories where emotions run deep—these might be for you. Your reads, votes, and comments mean everything and truly keep the stories alive!
          
          Both are on my profile

theyadorefaii

Hey!
          Sorry for posting it here, but I promise it'll be worth your time.
          But would you like to give a chance to my book?
          
          If you're into historical romance, where the star-crossed lovers have to battle through their inner turmoil and societal expectations to find their destiny. Then this book is for you!
          
          ꒰✹꒱
          
          Summary:
          
          When I saw her I couldn't take my eyes off her bumped belly- she was pregnant!
          
          Suddenly, the guilt that was missing from the time I left this palace, had struck, not because I couldn't live a luxurious life anymore but because I left my pregnant wife alone to suffer in this palace.
          
          She was looking at me. When I looked up, I realized that she was in a white saree- the attire you would see a widow wear.
          
          Though her face was devoid of any emotion, her eyes were conveying a lot of things that didn't need words to understand. 
          
          "Why did you do this?" she asked, tears rolling down her cheeks.
          
          "Didn't you love me? Wasn't I a good wife to you? What have I done to you?" she asked, words were unable to spill from her word, her eyes blurry with tears.
          
          "I never wanted to be the king," I said, tears threatening to slip from my eyes.
          
          ꒰✹꒱
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/304899669?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=theyadorefai