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    Monsoon Letters

    June 14, 2025 - By 

    Neel Arora Chapter 1. The rain came early that morning, the kind that thudded against the glass panes like soft drumbeats played by invisible fingers, and the Mumbai skyline, always blurred by smog, looked gentler beneath the wash of monsoon grey. Inside the sleek glass-and-concrete confines of the Bandra Reclamation office, the world was dry, clinical, fluorescent-lit, and buzzing with the soft hum of deadlines. Aarav Mehta didn’t notice the rain at first. He barely noticed anything outside the four walls of his office anymore. At thirty-two, he had earned the corner space with the sea view, the massive teak…

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    Tides of Yesterday

    June 13, 2025 - By 

    Aria Roy 1 The bus groaned and wheezed as it rounded the final bend, the narrow coastal road lined with swaying coconut palms on one side and the endless expanse of the Arabian Sea on the other. The salty wind carried with it the smell of the ocean, tinged faintly with fish, wet sand, and the sweet scent of mangoes ripening in the heat. Ananya Deshmukh stared out of the dust-streaked window, her heart pounding with anticipation and dread. She had left Dariya Nagar ten years ago with a suitcase full of dreams and promises of never looking back. But…

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    Between Lectures

    June 13, 2025 - By 

    A. K. Menon It started with a spilled cup of coffee and a Shakespeare quote. Dr. Aanya Roy, Head of Literature at St. Helena’s College, was pacing across the staff lounge, a worn-out copy of King Lear in one hand and a cappuccino in the other, when Dr. Kabir Mehta entered, unsuspecting, balancing his own mug and a stack of philosophy journals. Aanya turned mid-step and collided with him. Coffee splashed on both of them, papers flew, and silence echoed—before she muttered, “Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again.” Her lips twisted in dry amusement. Kabir blinked, then grinned. “Is…

  • English - Romance - Young Adult

    When the Bell Rang Twice

    June 12, 2025 - By 

    Advika Nair Chapter 1: The morning bell rang with the familiar sharp clang that echoed across the corridors of St. Mary’s High School, announcing the beginning of another Wednesday, another series of classes, and another chance for students to shuffle into their assigned seats like the pieces of a living, breathing jigsaw puzzle. In Class 10-B, the usual rush was on—bags thudding onto desks, notebooks flipping open, and voices rising in a soft chaos of teenage chatter. Amid it all, Riya Sen hurried into the room, her hair tied in a slightly crooked ponytail, her blue-and-white uniform neatly ironed, and…

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    Whispers of the Ganges

    June 11, 2025 - By 

    Priya Malhotra 1 The train rattled over the iron bridge, the wheels clattering like a mechanical mantra, carrying Priya back to a city she had almost forgotten. Varanasi. Benares. Kashi. The city of gods, the city of death and rebirth, the city of her childhood summers spent under the watchful gaze of the Ganges. As the train slowed, she caught sight of the river, a glint of silver under the pale dawn sky, snaking its way through ancient ghats and crumbling temples. She leaned her forehead against the cool glass, exhaling a sigh that fogged the window. Grief still weighed…

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    The Season We Met

    June 10, 2025 - By 

    Rima Chatterjee The First Chill The fog hung low over Delhi like a soft, worn shawl. The streets of Connaught Place were still waking up, the shops pulling up shutters slowly, as if in no hurry to face the cold. Anaya clutched her oversized wool scarf tighter, her gloved fingers tingling despite the warmth of her coffee cup. It was her second week in Delhi. The city had greeted her with shivers, smoky skies, and a strange sort of stillness. It wasn’t the kind of winter she had grown up with in Kolkata—this was quieter, grayer, full of mystery. And…

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    Second First Love

    June 9, 2025 - By 

    Meera Sanyal The Quiet Years The clock on the wall ticked with an almost deliberate calm, echoing through the sun-drenched living room of Ananya Bose’s Kolkata apartment. It was 7:15 AM—the precise moment her kettle would begin its polite whistle. The smell of Darjeeling tea mingled with the scent of sandalwood from the agarbatti she’d lit during her morning puja. Her home was a carefully curated sanctuary of books, framed memories, and soft silences. At forty-three, Ananya had grown used to solitude—not the melancholy kind that clings to your skin, but the chosen kind, like a warm shawl on a…

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    City of Two Hearts

    June 9, 2025 - By 

    Suchismita Das Chapter 1: The Meeting The monsoon had arrived early in Kolkata that year, painting the city in shades of grey and green. Rain-soaked College Street bustled with people, umbrellas jostling for space, the sweet smell of wet paper wafting through the narrow alleys of booksellers. Riddhi stood near Dasgupta’s Bookshop, her saree damp at the hem, thumbing through a stack of dog-eared paperbacks. She loved this place. The chaos, the stories hidden in every shop, the memories of her father bringing her here as a child to buy books. Today, she was on the hunt for a worn…

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    The Girl With The Yellow Umbrella

    June 7, 2025 - By 

    Aarav Sen 1 “It always started with thunder.” That was how Arjun knew she’d appear. It had been five weeks now—five rainy days—each one painting the grey canvas of the city with blurred headlights and shimmering puddles. Each time the clouds rolled in and the air turned electric, Arjun found himself at the same spot: the corner tea stall by the old bus stop at South Market Road. He’d cradle a steaming clay cup of chai in one hand and his sketchpad in the other. And then she would come. Yellow umbrella. Green satchel. Books tucked under one arm. Hair…

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    Love, Unsubscribed

    June 6, 2025 - By 

    Anjali Reddi Chapter 1: Maya Sharma hated mornings. Not in the poetic, “oh I need coffee before I can function” way people posted on Instagram. No, she actually hated mornings—because mornings meant meetings, meetings meant people, and people meant expectations. And expectations were just heartbreak in PowerPoint form. Her alarm blared at 7:30 AM sharp—set to an aggressive tabla remix that could probably revive the dead. She sat up on her bed in her neat Indiranagar apartment, looked out at the half-sunny, half-smoggy Bengaluru sky, and groaned. “New day, new inbox full of garbage,” she muttered, grabbing her phone. Fifty-two…