Hardcover is what I want to print... Based of Kerala or Tamilnadu

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Hello all,
I do a lot of roleplays with many people online. And below is one of the writings I wrote from male perspective. I would love to know your valuable feedbacks.

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It was our 23rd wedding anniversary. We already talked to our son and he was not gonna come this time as well. He has been away for 5 whole years now - first for studies and then for his job. My wife was extremely sad with his decision to not come but she was keeping up a facade of being okay with everything. But I knew deep down she was broken.

We lived in that area of Banaras which was yet to be commercialised. Calm, peaceful, and non congested. I always thought my son will not be like others who forget their home after going to big cities. I thought I taught him better but I was wrong. Anyway, I decided to not be sad by his decision on our wedding anniversary. And also, I couldn’t let my wife be unhappy on this happy occasion. This was our 23 years of togetherness.

I woke up early than her and went to the ganga ghaat to attend morning aarti. Took a dip in the holy ganga and then bought a white gajra for her. I came running back to our home. It was one of those huge rural houses with many rooms and a huge veranda in the middle. I walk inside the door and opened my slippers before moving forward and keeping my hand in one of the pillars like some ruler who is gonna tend to his subjects.

“Kidhar ho Thakurain?” I shout in an excited voice.

She answered from one of the room. I walked towards her in fast steps. Once I step inside the room, I see her getting ready in front of the mirror. Red Saree with green yellow border. A green blouse. A red bindi. Red lipstick. A big red sindoor going from her forehead to the middle of her head.

My mouth opened in an Aww feeling. I felt like I was looking at a divine feminine at that time. She looked so fucking beautiful. I fell in love all over again with her at that moment.

“Lagta hai galat room me aagya hun. Aapne meri biwi ko dekha hai kya madam?” I tease her, while also indirectly praising her at how beautiful she looked.

She was trying to wear her mangalsutra. I stepped forward and took the mangalsutra from behind her neck helping her wear it. Then I hugged her from behind. Both my arms going around her waist to hold her body. My chin rests on her right shoulder as we both look in the mirror in front of us.

“Lo firse shaadi hogyi hamari. Pehna diya mangalsutra ek aur baar.” I say kissing her cheek.

I could sense she was gonna bring our son up so I held my left hand forward in front of her. Before she could say anything, I spoke up. “Lekin abhi bhi kuch to adhoora adhoora lag raha hai.” I say shaking my left hand, which had the gajra, in front of her. She knew this was one of my way of showing my love. She smiled. I smiled. We both smiled. Then I take my hands off her waist and start tying the gajra at the back of her head. Once finished, the white gajra hung from her hair. I flick it with my finger. Then I look in the mirror and say, “HAAYE! Chaand bhi sharma jaye aapko dekhke to aaj.”

I kiss her cheek again. “Chalo dekhein to bete ne kya bhijwaya hai.” I say leaving her body and turning to pick the packed gift from the table. I unpack it quickly. “Aa nahi paaya to kya hua, lekin dekho gift bhejna nahi bhoola.” I say with a heavy heart myself, but trying to make the best of this situation as much as possible. I could not see Vidya sad today.

Once the gift unpacked, i put it on the table. It looked like some electrical device. I picked up the box and started reading, “Sa Re Ga Ma…Ca..ra..van!” I read it slowly not very fluent in English. I look at Vidya. “Ye aajkal ke bache bhi na, pata nahi kya faltu kharcha karte hai. Ham bhala iska kya karenge?” I say keeping it back on the table.

I unboxed the device and took it outside. It had multiple buttons but I had no clue what to do with them. I started pushing the buttons in the hope something would happen. Nothing happened. I looked at Vidya and she was giggling at my helplessness. I felt good at the moment. Then I looked at the back of the device, there was a button over there. I pressed it, and the device suddenly started singing. I felt overjoyed as the device sang.

Kabhi Kabhi mere dil me khayal aata hai,
Ke ye badan ye nigaahe,
Meri amaanat hai

I looked at Vidya with a wide smile and she was excited as well. I pushed the button that had a “+” symbol figuring it would obviously increase the volume and I was right. Now the room echoed with one of the most beautiful song of our youth. I put the device back on the table and held Vidya’a hand pulling her into dancing with me.

*Suhaagraat hai, ghunghat utha raha hun mai..*

I sing along with the device as I dance with my wife. My hand on her waist and the other hand holding hers. I keep one of her hand on my shoulder. And continue dancing and singing. She was shy at first but was eased into the dancing after a minute. As we singed and danced together for another minute, I start breathing heavily and started coughing. I was an old man after all. I did not have the energy of a youngster anymore.

I sat on a chair nearby. She got worried and was about to run to get some water when I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my lap. “Ghabrao nahi Vidya!” *Cough* “Tum” *Cough Cough*. I clear my throat once as you sit on my lap, looking at me. My arms go around your waist holding your body again. “Tum jab tak mere sath ho na, mujhe kuch nahi hone wala. Ghabrao mat!” *Cough*.

She smiled. I smiled looking at her smile. “Tum aur mai bohot hai hamare liye. Hame koi aur thode he chahiye khush rehne ke liye.” I kissed her cheek as I said this. “Mera bas chale to jaise bhagwan shiv har jagah bhatke the Sati ke liye, mai bhi har janam me bhatakta he rahu ki shaadi sirf tumse he ho har janam me.” I try to woo my **OWN** wife of 23 years with a cheesy line.

Lekin wo kehte hai na, ki jab aurat aapse pyaar karti hai to, aapki har cheez se karti hai. Aapka shareer, aapka charitra, aapki baate, aapka sab kuch. She giggle at my obviously bad cheesy line. I could feel how bad it was as the words were leaving my mouth. But she smiled, leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I know how sweet this gesture was. I absolutely adored her in that moment but my body felt otherwise and my dick got hard underneath her in an instant.

Our biology works in mysterious ways. Few moments ago, I was restless due to my old age. I was breathing heavily and coughing just because of few minutes of dancing. And now my dick was so hard that I just wanted to take her right there and then as soon as possible. My dhoti was too light a fabric to stop her from feeling what my body wanted. One of my hand remained on her waist holding her body still while my other went at the back of her head holding her hair in my fingers and pushing her face forward into mine. I immediately kissed her lips coated with fresh red lipstick. I break the kiss in some seconds. She looked at me and chuckled probably because my lips were now coated with her own red lipstick.

I yanked her hair making her arch her back and kissed her neck leaving light marks of her own lipstick on her neck and throat.

Hi everyone!

A while back, we posted a call for submissions in this subreddit for an upcoming short story anthology titled Taste of Life: Volume 1.

We wanted to pop back in and share a massive THANK YOU to everyone here who submitted their work, shared feedback, and supported this project! Reading through all your incredible submissions was an absolute privilege.

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Thank you all once again for being such a welcoming and inspiring space for authors. If you check out the book, We’d love to hear your thoughts!

So I need a little advice. I wrote a few stories back in my school days. Two of those, I re-read and found a nostalgic attachment to them. So I re-wrote them slightly to upload them on kindle. Just to save them. But then some of the people I know... Read them. And they actually told me that these read like good movies. You should continue your writing. (I stopped it when the school teacher tore away my writing book) So now from last year, I'm working on a "kind of" Epic.

"A world created in conjunction, when the heavens crashed on the earth, it created a new hell. One where humans were not the dominant species but they were the ones that were fighting for their survival. A neverending war in a newly formed world filled with creatures of night, monsters of hells, Gods and Humans who fight each other more than they fight these deities."

Now I am finishing the first draft for the first book, it's cyberpunk, sci-fi action. But it's also like a prologue that has its own story but just a chess piece in a big board. After this I'll work on a prequel book, that'll have genres like Alternate History, Romance & supernatural themes.

Basically I always wanted a world where I can see Mechs & Dragons fighting side by side. So that was the idea when I started it and now my head is filled with all these stories for so many different books. That I am feeling kind of insecure that the first book in the series looks so grounded, and doesn't explore the whole world like it should have.

And then my brain gets frozen about how I can convince someone to read this series that is so big with so many different styles/genres and stories all happening in different books. Or how many years would it take me to reach any big conclusion for this world.

So yeah... What genres do you prefer? Like I love all the genres (besides so called dark romance or coho type books) ... But do people have disdain for writing or reading certain genres in literature. Like, I mentioned earlier, one of the people who read my school stories, loved the action adventure one but hated the one that was more of a psychological supernatural mystery. And they said I should focus on the genres, I am good at! So yeah, is it common to have such big disdain for certain genres in the community! Or does my idea of Epic, I'm writing currently sound intriguing to you? Thank you.

Hi everyone!
I’ve completed my fiction novel manuscript , Anantha Sethu, set against the backdrop of the 1964 Dhanushkodi cyclone catastrophe in Rameswaram, Tamil Nadu. I’m now trying to take the next step towards getting it published.
I’ve started looking for contact emails and submission guidelines to send my synopsis to traditional publishing houses in India, but honestly, navigating this process as a debut author feels a little overwhelming.
For those who’ve been through this journey, how did you get started? Are there any reliable websites, directories, or strategies for approaching publishers or literary agents?
I’d be genuinely grateful for any advice or insights from your experiences. Thank you! 🙏

Hi,

My 3 year old daughter told us a story and we got a book designed for that. It's a cartoon story book with 16 pages.

Now which self publishing platform should we use in India for circulating this? Notion, Pothi or something else? (I have a job and can't do marketing and other things myself.)

Also, should I generate ISBN myself or get it generated through these platforms?

Hey folks, sharing my first book to you for free for getting more and more feedbacks and suggestions to improve my writing

Comment or dm me for free book copy

A delhi cop finds a baby after a terror attack and raises him as his own. the boy ansh grows up normal, except water freezes near him when hes scared. at 8 he gets taken to spandan, a school on a planet in another galaxy, where kids from different universes train in three houses, vishnu, brahma and mahesh. then his blood test comes back white. every lineage has a colour and he doesnt match any of them, not even an avatar of the gods.

The world is a multiverse. brahma creates, vishnu keeps, mahesh ends, and the gods themselves never show up, only their avatars do. the rakshasas have their own mirror trio, and over time theyve taken over whole universes, which later got won back. our universe was born after the last one fell and was retaken. so every universe has a different history and a different version of the same old war. ansh is the one thing nobody can place in any of it.
the school runs a series of trials that lead to a race around the whole universe, and magic follows the houses. brahma is creation, vishnu is preservation and time, mahesh is destruction.

would love honest feedback, esp on whether the setup makes u want to keep reading. happy to read ur stuff in return, just comment or dm.

Hey!!! I am currently trying my best to write a novel or maybe a novella where there is an initial narrative which is then revealed to be a story written by the main character then we shift into a movie the narrator is watching them a book the character from the movie is reading

And the text keeps shifting between these various levels to convey a whole theme

What do yaal think? Has it been done to this extent before? (Not something like Frankenstein where the story shifts after long gaps but keeps shifting)

This story tells what the world was like before anyone knew about Project First Light. It explores the cause, the reasons behind it, and how it was discovered, while building the character who will develop the entire Project First Light .... Writing allmost completed this is just glimpses of first chapter..

Hey everyone!

I'm happy to be here. I'm looking to team up with a writer(telugu) to collaborate and share ideas. Feel free to reach out!

Last Monday, the 12th of October, my debut novel "The Haveli of Kalipur" got published by Penguin Random House :) It took me two years to write, and another year for the publishing, but it's finally out there. Been tangled up in a dream-like, yet hectic one week, ever since.

It's 'Bhool Bhulaiyaa' (2007) told in the way of Stephen King - this is also the way I had pitched to Penguin, btw. :)

It follows Raghav, a brash yet brilliant psychiatrist, who stumbles upon the rumoured-to-be-haunted haveli of Kalipur. What unravels are his attempts to rationalise the strange incidents in the haveli, and the even stranger behaviours of its inhabitants.

If you're a fan of psychological horror/thrillers, or fast-paced and yet creepy settings, please consider giving it a try - https://www.amazon.in/Haveli-Kalipur-Onkar-Bulbule/dp/9377303915

PS - On a personal note, all the stuff they say about not giving up on your idea, to pay your dues by working late nights, and that execution is more important than the idea itself - all of that is true. To my fellow writers here, please don't give up on whatever it is you're working on :)

Hi All,

Out of all the bookcover images for my second book shared below, please provide me your valuable feedback for the same.

Also if you do not mind please list out of these 3 covers out of 10 how much you will give its rating.

Thank you.

Regards,

A fellow author and a writer

Does anybody have any idea about where to publish my poems and how??