selvig6

Hey there!..Hope everyone's doing good....I've been off for a really long while but I'll make sure I complete The Brides Of Rajvansh..Meanwhile...Here's something from my other account... https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/390961506-when-freedom-wore-bangles-a-1947-story

moon_simran4567

Hello everyone...
          
          Sorry to post here but being a new author i don't know how to reach more readers so hope u all will support... check the story once... So just read it and you will know...
          
          Book: He is not mine I'm his
          Author: @moon_simran4567
          
          ♡Tropes
          
          Slow romance
          Villain love: touch and die
          Marriage of convenience
          Mafia x Doctor
          She fell first
          
          
          Twists and turns that will leave you breathless..
          Heart-wrenching moments that will make you cry... Triumphant victories that will make you cheer
          
                                                             ~simran
          
          
          Link:https://www.wattpad.com/story/368905399?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=moon_simran4567

thegoldenpapers

          Hello, Lovely Readers, if you are interested in Dark Historical Royal Timetravel Romance and Modern Dark Royal Romance, then Guys, this for you only. I am sure you'll love it. 
          
           Parthvi - Beyond Time & Century 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/342059144?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=library&wp_uname=thegoldenpapers
          
          Suryagardh - The Clandestine Tale
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/389450387?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=library&wp_uname=thegoldenpapers
          

prxttylxlies

Calcutta, 1941.
          
          The city was a storm waiting to break. It whispered secrets through the rustling leaves of the banyan trees, hid conspiracies in the ink-stained fingers of revolutionaries, and carried the scent of rebellion in the air thickened with the promise of war.
          
          In a dimly lit room, three women sat together-Anokhi, Adhriti, and Aira-their voices hushed yet urgent, their hearts pounding with a cause greater than themselves. They did not wield guns or swords, but something far more dangerous-defiance.
          
          They would write.
          
          They would fight.
          
          And they would not break.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/390961506?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=prxttylxlies