Kiran ♡

Hey, I am Samridhi Jain. Just like to propose an offer to you.
          As I know you are a writer who writes amazing stories but you also have a personal life due to which managing writing and life can get really difficult.
          And I know you are only able to find the time to write the story plot further and don't get any time for editing the chapters to make it look decent for the readers to read.
          So my offer to you is that I'll do your editing work for you....you will be just outsourcing that editing part to me.
          I'll be taking a minimal charge of rupees 10/- per chapter only.
          In case you are wondering how can I trust a stranger and give her my precious stories so let me just make it clear....I have no intention of any kind of fraud or plagiarism or anything....am just a person who loves reading and trying to make some income out of it. Even then if you are not satisfied, we can also sign a contract for your as well as my concern.
          I can also edit reels for you. Hope to hear from you soon, dear. 
          
          Instagram - @samridhi.5817

https://www.wattpad.com/story/374165383?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=moonliy956

Hello author, first of all I am really sorry for sliding into your comment section but I would really be obliged if you all would spare a few precious minutes of yours and check out my novel Sunshine of my Abyss
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/356114022?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Lekhika5&wp_originator=MbTxjUU8F5z9VX7Z26gGH4wFFTtwNF%2BFe9Jkw4zssccT0XpEfanyP%2Fo501U%2F2oJNYyfFuCRNNW%2Bw%2BppCBp%2BXruRI6%2F9JVaSfEdY0nhJHyuJP%2BQUYMxFZtT2eXNkILojQ

Please accept my apologies for sharing my story prior to your permission. It'd mean the world for you to look at my book and provide your feedback❣️
          
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          Prepare to be captivated as sparks fly, hearts kindle, and emotions ignite, igniting a blaze of longing within you. The intensity of their connection will draw you into a narrative so vivid that you'll swear you can feel the heat rising off the pages.
          
          With a narrative that radiates the heat of their emotions, this is a tale that will both warm your heart and scorch your senses. As you delve into the pages, you'll find yourself immersed in a world where love knows no boundaries, and the yearning between Agni and Svaha is palpable.
          
          Embrace the allure of this story, let yourself be carried away by its fiery currents, and discover a passion that will leave an indelible mark on your literary soul. 
          
          So, dear reader, seize this opportunity to experience a tale of passion, destiny, and enduring ardour with Agni.
          
          New chapters on the 7th and 21st of each month!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/336176509-agni

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (15th january 2023) 
          
          late afternoon intoxications, silver bruises of the lake; half alive lilies and coquelicot verses. swimming decembers and stiff legged waters, crimson sounds and rain of sunflowers. sleep a candle, a shiver of cold winter; a demon merely sleeps to haunt an angel. 
          
          bellies of ocean, onomatopoeia based; bread like canine, haunting kestrel. spirits of terracottas, moulded with eruptions; lune of earth, scabbed with praise. residue of potency, river rock artichokes; penalty like quartz, merciless joy. 
          
          words of water, rituals of heart; primrose like feet, convenants of coneflower. woman of sandalwood, blood thinner than fluid; cushion and confusion an imploding reflections. banishing whispers, solitary shrouds; beaded intonations, burdened sabbath. 
          
          exigent rule of rhythm, an autumn womb; ancient pupils, latticed spirit. camellia hair, noor of protection; cardamom poems, smile of earth. sweet blues, a grapefruit toppled; strangers known, friends estranged. 
          
          poised separation, a moon of a thousand partings; a twilight of veiling curls, afternoon crescent.  confessions tasteless, dawn like wine; passing heavens, inwoven visage. some spines unending, nay, starless and bitter like tender hope. the sky cries, the earth is blinded by its tears;  when one cries the other hears. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (10th january 2023) 
          
          
          collapsed gravity, standing time;  a future unattended, a past repeated. crinkled boats, suffering ink wells; where words end, feelings begin. snow from moon, smudges that sting; the torment of blood a maze refined. 
          
          tree of pain, rehearsed branches of hope; frolicking miracle, a shadow of the banished. cozen jasmine, 
          mutable vases; toes wild, lambent homelessness. mineral cheeks, kiss of citrus; you are fire with flames that hug. 
          
          a galaxy of maple lakes, a century of strings; kite of contact, a warm pendulum. inherent catapult, beauty a candle flicker; an archipelago of petals, a bee of sedation.  tinsels of wisteria, needles of kin; vermillion heaven, welcoming hell. 
          
          frozen spring, olive bricks; swings glaucous, pomegranate unhealthy. conifer vigilant, love that condenses; taj mahal of twilight, a philocalist spirit. never you open before the awaken, a heart that carries orchids; bloom before the broken, the ones who do not know burial. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          
          [ if you wish to read an explanation for this token, please grace my message board with your honoured presence. i assure you it shall be worth your time (: ] 
          

Hey.... 
          
          Hope you are doing well. 
          
          I hope I didn't disturb you and sorry for spamming your message board. If you are accepting reading requests, I would like to let you know that I am writing a story. WHEN I'M WITH YOU... Its an Indian Genre book. 
          
          If time permits please do read it. Hope you'll like it. Also do vote and feel free to leave comments. 
          
          Thank you for your time and consideration.
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/246873844?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=harishmarajan&wp_originator=BG8NY8Bbrq4g2648WBNpWGyDTldT%2FjEi72pBksrTsMJzspbVDtEKQ%2FUZ0%2FP%2B7m0%2FCc54BsqM6XRV5S1pIiU9y%2FR4tyttOcX5wueoQk8ep3MvCjRVu270vEhj7EE2UGQo

a small token of kindness (05th january 2023) 
          
          rain of refinement, earth of bloodshed; tropospheric rocks and primitive nightshade.  a seizure of clairvoyance, a mask of a stone; a memory loosened, a breath of disease. harm catapulted, catastrophic love; a wound transparent, blood a pinch of sea salt. 
          
          a pomegranate churlish, a caterpillar soft and green; firelight shells,  evening that murmurs fantasies. mourn the bell, the bell of heroism; creative feathers, heart of fresh fabric. tales of clouds, tales of uterus; a fallible dare, a poetic sickness. 
          
          sun sealed moon, wrapped, unwrapped; slip like a streamlet of smoke, a sharpness that floats. pulse that radiates, sleet that breathes; wings of bones, emotions an augury. autumn of balance, florid tinders; quietus fingertips, life an organ buzzing. 
          
          warped pollen, petals a haze; clouded blooms and lips of scents. ballrooms of solitude, chandeliers of pianos; what a song like that of feet tapping against measured slivers. what is fire hurts not itself but others, as the sun that burns its earth, as the moon tender upon eyes but hurts its heart the most. 
           #adropofhumanity