24 Chapters
- Free
๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐
- Free
๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ซ
- Free
๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
- Free
๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ
- Free
๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ฐ
- For Followers
๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ' ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฌ
- For Followers
๐๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ
- For Followers
๐๐๐๐๐ฌ
- For Followers
๐๐ก๐๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ซ
- For Followers
๐๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐
- For Followers
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐
- For Followers
๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐๐๐ ๐
- For Followers
๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฒ
- For Followers
๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค
- For Followers
๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ซ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ
- For Followers
๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ
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๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐?
- For Followers
๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ
- For Followers
๐๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ, ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ
- For Followers
๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐?
- For Followers
๐๐ข๐ฌ
- For Followers
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐๐จ๐ซ๐?
- For Followers
๐๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ | 18+
- For Followers
๐๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฒ | 18+
Supriya R. Singh
โฐโโค๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ณ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ก โแดแดแดแดแดss โข แดกสษชแดแดส โข สแดแดสษดแดสโ โ๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด.โ
My Completed Works
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
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.
Supriya R. Singh
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
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.
Supriya R. Singh
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
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.
Supriya R. Singh
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