5 Chapters
Supriya R. Singh ๐ฎ๐ณ
A childish Wattpad writer who is a Luddite for GenAI. Being born in UP shaped my feminism, Gothic literature taught me tragedy, and my love for the moon and words taught me romance.
7 Dates To Fall in Love
๐ฉ๐๐๐ 1 ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โก๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ฆโก ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐ Seven dates. One love. And a moment that changed everything. ๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐๐ thought she had it all-her high school love, a dream proposal, and a future that sparkled like candlelight. Each date brought her closer to forever with ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐, the boy who once watched her from across the classroom and now couldn't stop staring at her across the dinner table. But life doesn't always follow the script of soft songs and fairy tales. When fate crashes into their perfect story, will love be enough to rewrite the ending? A story of stolen glances, whispered dreams, and love that hopes to survive the unthinkable.
Supriya R. Singh ๐ฎ๐ณ
The Day I Remembered You
๐๐จ๐จ๐ค 2 ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โก๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ฆโก ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐ Sometimes love wasn't the only one that reached you first, sometimes it reached you second and stayed. Some memories were meant to be forgotten and then remembered... without regret. Regret is for those who hurt someone intentionally. Not for the ones who don't know why there is a sudden pain of longing when they don't even know for whom. For whom? They don't remember, they don't know. But the ache doesn't ease until there is a balm for it. It doesn't matter what the balm is-maybe a medication, maybe a person. A person who never knew what you were, what you carried. They just came and lifted that burden to stay. A burden they felt not in sorrow but in memory. And when those memories were returning, they broke. I remember looking at the sun and moon at the same time. Holding the hope to not fall into a long queue. That was, The Day I Remembered You.
Supriya R. Singh ๐ฎ๐ณ
Beneath Her Brown Eyes
๐ฉ๐๐๐ 1 ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐โก ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ซ๐๐, the ๐ช๐ฌ๐ถ of ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐, on her path to achieving her goal of becoming the next diamond queen, suddenly faced an unexpected turn of events that sent her straight back to what she always dreaded: marriage. She wasn't gamophobic or philophobic, but the thought of sharing her space, time, and life with someone intimately made her nauseous. But life never goes the way we desire-especially not when we're stubborn enough to resist what it demands. She had dodged relationships in the past like a soldier dodges bullets, but now it seemed inevitable. She had dreamt many things-good, bad, lucky, unlucky-but never imagined being married at the age of 32, that too to someone younger than her. Enter ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ก. Looks like a cinnamon roll, is exactly a cinnamon roll. He could've been the golden child of his parents if he hadn't chosen to be a ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Coming from a family of diamond merchants, it was rebellious of him to take such a step-but sometimes young blood, in rebellion, makes the best decisions. He had planned his life perfectly: gain experience, earn money, buy land in North East India, and settle there in the peace of hills and greenery. But oh, my little boy-he is now tied to a marriage he never asked for. And the worst part? He has no idea why someone so beautiful, carrying the aura of buying tens of him, decided to marry ๐๐๐. Not his elder brother. Not any cousin. But him. It wasn't just a shock-it was disbelief. He saw her eyes, and those brown orbs captivated him enough to keep him from noticing the glint of victory behind them. He had never even held a woman's hand in his entire life, yet now being hers made him feel he was in love. But... is she too? What will happen the day he discovers the reason behind the marriage?
Supriya R. Singh ๐ฎ๐ณ
The Round Table
โ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ.โ Patriarchy sacrifices the men it claims to protect and silences the women it claims to cherish. It tells the man he is a provider, but turns his choice into a cage. It tells him to be tough, until his emotions are nothing but dust. It tells him the family is his, yet leaves him to carry the burden alone. But the women? They face it daily. They break, they bleed, and they still fightโnot just for themselves, but for every soul oppressed, whether the threat is the man or the bear. Feminism is the cure, but healing is a marathon, not a sprint. > Equality doesnโt arrive in ten minutes; it arrives in the quiet, late-night choices we make for ourselves. That is the journey of The Round Table.
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