Priya Saharan

Hey
          Thank you for voting on my book
          Kritika: From his rival to his obsession.
          It’s a humble request please do comments also on every chapter you read
          I hope you will love it
          Thank you✨

Hi lovely readers! 
          If you're into slow-burn romance, emotional depth, and characters who carry both scars and strength—then my newest story might be for you.
          
           Three hearts. Three stories. One unforgettable journey of healing and love.
          
          ✨ Mehek hides her love for her best friend Aakash... until an unexpected marriage forces truths to surface.
          ✨ Ruhanika is left broken by her first love—only to realize the one who truly matters might slip away.
          ✨ Samaira stands by Atharv, a man piecing himself back together—and in that quiet strength, love begins to bloom.
          
          This is a story of second chances, redemption, and the healing power of love. ❤️
          I’d love for you to check it out, drop your thoughts, and maybe find a piece of your own heart within their stories.
          
           Comments, reads & feedback mean the world to me!
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Hi,
          Can you please read only 1 or 2 chapters of this book and continue only if you like it but do give it a chance....i promise you won't regret it....
          
          Aap... yahan?"
          He stopped just inches away.
          Too close.
          Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears.
          " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..."
          "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan...
          (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..."
          The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation.
          Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed chics...
          "Roshni...Tum meri ho..."
          "Rudra... I..."
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/393435757?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Niti_Ink
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Why do you always appear when I’m falling apart?” She whispered, eyes brimming with unshed tears.
          
          He stepped closer, his voice barely above a murmur.
          “Because I don’t like seeing what’s being broken.”
          
          She looked away, trembling.
          “I’m not yours.”
          
          He leaned in, his words like a quiet storm.
          “Then stop running to me every time he hurts you.”
          
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