snjnaaa

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The market was filled with people , the voices of vendors shouting could be heard. One can't quite make out what the other person is saying. What else should I expect it's a Sunday ! Ofc it will be a rush . My dumbass had to buy grocery today only. 
          	I moved through the crowd carefully selecting the fruits and vegetables. I was looking at those ripe mangoes when someone bumped into me .
          	It was a girl , a girl in a white churidar with golden embroidery. Her white shawl covered my face while she ran shouting sorry. 
          	I would recognise that voice anywhere.
          	It was her, my one and only love. The laugh, voice,fragrance which I recognised even in my sleep was back after 10 long years.
          	
          	
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herunfiltered

Hey Authtor ! Sprry to post it on your board 
          
          
          Not your usual Wattpad love story. But still very much on Wattpad.
          If you're tired of perfect people in perfect love—come meet Veer and Bani.
          This isn't about meet-cutes and fairytale endings. It's about stolen moments, realistic chaos, and love that feels like it could be yours.
          A collection of short stories. No timeline. No sugarcoating. Just raw, situational love—the kind that stings and soothes.
          Give it a try—you might just fall in love with love again.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/390061043?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=artesingh123

snjnaaa

this message may be offensive 
The market was filled with people , the voices of vendors shouting could be heard. One can't quite make out what the other person is saying. What else should I expect it's a Sunday ! Ofc it will be a rush . My dumbass had to buy grocery today only. 
          I moved through the crowd carefully selecting the fruits and vegetables. I was looking at those ripe mangoes when someone bumped into me .
          It was a girl , a girl in a white churidar with golden embroidery. Her white shawl covered my face while she ran shouting sorry. 
          I would recognise that voice anywhere.
          It was her, my one and only love. The laugh, voice,fragrance which I recognised even in my sleep was back after 10 long years.
          
          
          New story alert !! 
          U guys tell !

shallexia

Hey! I'll be really grateful if you would check out my books. The titles are
          The concept are really different not typical
          
          My Saviour
          Tattoo Artist
          The New Girl
          
          Hope you have a nice day
          
          The concept are really different not typical