@prishawriites
https://www.snapchat.com/add/prishawrites?share_id=3dKIWzUMowI&locale=en-GB (my ishqis) Your pagli emotionally unstable author is finally on Snapchat too Wahan milega: — random writing chaos — chapter spoilers — late night breakdowns — unhinged author thoughts — reels, songs & emotional damage — and probably me crying over my own fictional people at 2am Snap id : prishawrites Aa jao warna Aryanveer aapko Veergarh se ban kar dega
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Kaisi hai?
@AuthorRatna aap naa aramm se soo ookk mai wait krungi aapka Btw snapchat pe aaj hi maine author id banayi toh mai aapko support vhi se krungii private waali se noiii ab aap rest kro pyari didzuu I miss you and pyaar you a lot *rone wali emoji with chatkile pink dil walo emoji and hug dete hue wali emoji* khikhikhiii
@AuthorRatna jhooti khayi thi kasam jo nibhayi nhiii kati raat maine khet mai aap aaye Nhii *singing with pahta hua speaker jaisa awaz*
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Hi. Please try my book Mahira his want by crmsnpen
Hello everyone this is prisha your author . Tbh I am very nervous cause this is my first ever book so please give it a try and yeah tell me in the comments if you liked it or not , thank you
https://www.wattpad.com/story/401387556
Hey there! I'm a writer, and it would mean a lot to me if you gave my book a read.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/390727303-yuvisha-an-innocent-love
Hi cutie if you are interested in college romance book then please check out my novel ishq i hope you love it.
I am new here and need your support please give a try
"Say it," he growled, his voice rough against the shell of my ear. "Tell me you want this."
My breath hitched as his hand slid up my spine, slow and possessive, until his fingers tangled in my hair.
"I want you," I whispered.
"No," he said, dragging his lips along my jaw, "don't whisper it. I've spent weeks trying not to hear you. Now I want every word."
Our mouths collided like we'd been starving for years—hot, desperate, wrong in every way.
His desk dug into my thighs. My nails raked across his back.
And somewhere between guilt and hunger, he breathed,
"God forgive me... but I need to taste everything I'm not allowed to touch."
stay tuned. The things are going to get filthy.
Whispers After Class.