_Softlylostinstories

Hey, I know this is a little out of the blue (and I'm so sorry for sliding in off-topic)
          
          But I recently started writing on Wattpad and I'm just trying to find a few kind souls who might enjoy the kind of stories I write
          
          In the Wake of us. 
          
          She's never known love.
          
          He's still haunted by it.
          
          Neither of them saw the storm coming.
          
          Maira believes she's not meant to be loved.
          
          Arham once was-and it nearly destroyed him.
          
          Now they're bound by a marriage neither wanted, wrapped in silence, grief, and all the things they never say.
          
          It's a slow-burn, quiet kind of love story. The kind that lingers.
          
          More about healing than fixing.
          
          More about feeling than showing.
          
          More about the ache between people-before it softens.
          
          If that sounds like your kind of book, it would honestly mean everything if you gave it a chance.
          
          [Link ]
          
          https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/story/391334086?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=_Softlylostinstories
          
          And if you ever feel like sharing your thoughts-I'd love to hear them. Truly.
          
          Thank you for reading this far, even if you're just passing through
          
          Wishing you a gentle day ahead

Niti_Ink

Hi,
          Can you please read only 1 or 2 chapters of this book and continue only if you like it but do give it a chance....i promise you won't regret it....
          
          Aap... yahan?"
          He stopped just inches away.
          Too close.
          Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears.
          " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..."
          "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan...
          (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..."
          The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation.
          Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed chics...
          "Roshni...Tum meri ho..."
          "Rudra... I..."
          
          https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/story/393435757?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Niti_Ink
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itssierra_3

Hey! Hope you're doing well.
          
          If you enjoy exploring new stories, I’d love for you to check out my book! It’s a soft romance with a slow-burn love story, and I think you might really like it.
          
          https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/story/386296966?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=itssierra_3
          
          Let me know what you think! Happy reading!