imanukb
Hiiiiiiii, I'm here for my weekly check up can't wait for your updates again
pumpkinpie301
Blackfiction
Sorry for promoting here without asking permission.
To anyone reading this, I'm just a reader trying to write.
I'd really appreciate it if you gave my novel a chance. If it interests you, please support me by voting, commenting, and following for more updates.
NAINSI999
Hi! Thank you so much for replying to my last comment. I actually have a few more questions because I'm trying to improve as a writer too. If you don't mind sharing:
• What inspired you to write this story? • About how many words do you usually write in one chapter? • Do you plan the whole story first or write as you go? • How do you decide where to end each chapter? • And what advice would you give to someone who's just starting to write seriously?
But the most important question is
"When you had very few readers, what kept you writing?"
No pressure if you're busy. I'd just love to learn from your experience.
pumpkinpie301
@NAINSI999 @NAINSI999... Yrr, honestly, even I don’t know how I suddenly became a writer. But the truth is, my stories are not just stories for me — they are pieces of my imagination and different phases of my life. Since childhood, I’ve always created scenarios in my mind. In 7th or 8th grade, I used to close my eyes and imagine scenes with my crush without even knowing if it was a good thing or not. Now I realise that same habit became my way of writing. Whenever I meet someone interesting or develop a crush, my mind starts creating a whole life and different situations with them. Maybe it sounds childish to some people, but I never stopped myself because I love imagining, and some people enjoy reading those imaginations too. I don’t know if every writer writes this way, but for me, stories come from feelings and curiosity. I don’t always need to know someone completely; sometimes knowing a little about them is enough to keep my imagination alive. I never write by counting words. I just write until I feel the story is complete. For me, a good scene matters more than the number of words. My advice to writers is simple: when you create a character, live as that character. Write the kind of love, emotions, and experiences you truly want to express. Don’t only follow trends or think about what others want — write what feels real to you. When I started writing, I never expected people to love my work. Maybe that’s why I wrote freely. But after getting millions of reads, I started feeling pressure and overthinking what readers would think. Still, I kept going because my imagination and love for the characters were stronger than those fears.
NAINSI999
I have to ask something because I'm genuinely curious. You said ChatGPT helps you with your story ( Teri deewani 18+) . How do you get it to help with 18+ scenes? Mine won't even help me with a proper kiss scene—it keeps everything sweet and wholesome. I'm starting to think my ChatGPT has decided I'm too innocent. What's your secret?
pumpkinpie301
@NAINSI999 yrr ye to mat pucho it was such a drama chat used to make me beg just to write a little dirty scene he completely used...shut me down refusing to write anything so I'd tried so many ways like I use to make chat fool like write in the way he couldn't understand what's going on like " then his apple touch my mango..or strawberry .... And sometimes chat used to cought and used to say " sorry..I've understand what you are trying to wrote but sorry I can't help and after all the efforts and writing this way then I used to edit it adding dirty words but thankfully now I've Gemini..and he agrees to write anything I say even dirty
authormili
Check out my new book - Mitali - His Enchanting Admirer | 18+
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- Love at First Sight
- Neighbors To Lovers
- friends to lovers
- SlowBurn romance
- one glance was enough
- Bengali Family Saga
- Old-School Courtship
- ️ Green Flag Hero
- Across the Window (Window-to-Window)
- Soft & Pure Romance
- stolen glances
- Golden Retriever Hero
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Calcutta, 1957.
Sometimes, it takes only a single glance to lose your heart forever.
Step back into a nostalgic era of vintage Bengal, where love was pure, eyes spoke a thousand words, and a simple smile from the window next door was everything.
Because sometimes... the purest love story begins with a window, a glance, and two souls destined to find each other.
But...
Will fate allow their beautiful love story to unfold, or will life write a different ending?
Fictional_writes03
Congratssss Teri deewani is on top 7 in all India rank??!!...
imanukb
Hi sis,sorry I haven't checked up,I wasn't using Wattpad but I'm back now,how are you?
pumpkinpie301
@imanukb I'm good and I've an good story for you you'll like and how's you I hope you are great sweet soul
imanukb
Hi sissss,here for my weekly check up, love you lots can't wait for everything to get better
imanukb
@pumpkinpie301 You're most welcome, sooo glad to hear this you're a good writer and Wattpad shouldn't dim your light
pumpkinpie301
@imanukb thank you so much yrr...love you too and I've started writing and soon I'll be publishing chapters
Talesofhiddensoul
Calcutta, 1940s.
A forbidden dream.
A ruthless mentor.
A war fought not with weapons... but with knowledge.
Devyanshika Jadev - the youngest daughter of Bardhaman's most powerful zamindar - was born into a life already decided for her.
She made a decision no one expected.
She would become the doctor they never had .
Professor Dr. Anthony Harrington - brilliant, feared, and merciless. A British surgeon whose word was absolute law.
He was everything she despised.
Cold.
Arrogant.
Unforgiving.
And he hated her existence.Not just because she was a woman. But because she was Indian.
To him, she was an insult to medicine itself.He made every lesson a battlefield.
He wanted her to quit.He wanted her to break.And he made sure she knew it.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/407887723?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Talesofhiddensoul
Asbachaudharyy
#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=link& __________________