• English - Romance

    Beneath the Olive Trees

    August 27, 2025 - By 

    Ayesha Raman Part 1 – The Orchard at Dusk Leila’s camera strap dug lightly into her shoulder as she balanced her tripod against the uneven stones of the village path. The late September sky was folding itself into shades of orange and violet, each layer softer than the last, the horizon bleeding into the sea. She had been chasing this light all day, running from alley to alley, through terracotta rooftops and bougainvillea-draped balconies, but it was here—at the edge of the town—that the light seemed most alive. She spotted a hillock lined with olive trees, their silver leaves catching…

  • English - Romance

    Festival of Colors

    August 27, 2025 - By 

    Mayukh Pandey 1 Aarav stepped out of the dusty bus as the late afternoon sun poured its golden warmth over the narrow lanes of his hometown. The air itself felt different—charged with excitement, fragrant with gulal and marigolds, humming with the rhythm of dhols being tested for the upcoming celebration. Everywhere he looked, the streets had transformed into canvases of anticipation: shopkeepers arranging pyramids of powdered colors in brass bowls that shimmered like jewels, women stringing garlands of orange and yellow flowers across doorways, children chasing each other with premature splashes of water from their pichkaris. The town he had…

  • English - Romance

    The Unwritten Hours

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Maya Arora The rain had been falling since afternoon, coating the windows of the office with a restless sheen. Ananya sat at her desk staring at the spreadsheet that refused to balance itself, the numbers running like water in her mind, slippery and without form. Outside, the glass tower of Connaught Place glowed with rain-washed neon. She should have been heading home by now—her husband, Arindam, would already be waiting, the television on, dinner reheated by the house-help, a routine that had long solidified into something resembling safety, or perhaps imprisonment. But instead, she lingered, scrolling through meaningless columns, waiting…

  • English - Romance

    The Forgotten Song

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Ishita Malhotra Part 1 – The Caller at Midnight The studio smelled faintly of dust and old vinyl. Anika leaned back on her swivel chair, headphones pressing gently against her ears, her fingers drumming idly on the console as the clock blinked past midnight. Kolkata outside was muffled rain and the occasional tram bell. Inside, her voice filled the silence—smooth, warm, designed to keep lonely listeners company. “This is Anika on Midnight Melodies. Sometimes the right song finds you when you least expect it. Stay with me tonight.” She smiled into the microphone, though no one saw her, only heard.…

  • English - Romance

    The Waiting Shore

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Aarav Mehta The rain had already begun its ritual when Aarav stepped out of the rickety taxi, his leather bag soaked on one side, his shirt clinging to his back as if Goa itself had wrapped its humid arms around him. It was not the Goa he remembered from his childhood vacations—the postcard beaches, the neon lights of shacks, the loud laughter of tourists spilling beer into the sand. This was an older Goa, a quieter stretch where the sea met the land in whispers rather than shouts, where the narrow roads curled around forgotten Portuguese villas with cracked shutters…

  • English - Romance

    Delhi Summer Heat

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Nidhi Desai 1 The heat had been building all day, pressing down on Delhi like a smothering hand. By nightfall, the air felt thick enough to drink, and the streets carried the scent of dust, sweat, and faintly rotting garbage. Then, without warning, the city’s power grid collapsed. First the lights flickered, dimmed, and then everything snapped to black. A sudden hush fell over the neighborhood as the hum of air conditioners, refrigerators, and ceiling fans ceased all at once, leaving only the faint sounds of traffic in the distance. Ananya Mehra sat on the edge of her bed in…

  • English - Romance

    When the Rain Spoke Our Names

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Rhea Kapoor Part 1 – The Meeting The rain had been falling since dawn, a steady curtain that blurred the tram lines and softened the edges of College Street’s crowded bookstalls. Water pooled in the cracks of the old pavements, making each step a careful negotiation between slipperiness and stubborn mud. Ayaan tightened the strap of his worn leather satchel and ducked under a bamboo-and-plastic canopy where secondhand books leaned against one another like old companions. His hair, damp and curling from the downpour, clung to his forehead, but his eyes held that restless brightness of someone always in search…

  • English - Romance

    The Window Between Us

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Elina Ray Part One – The First Glance Anaya had never thought much about the way the late afternoon light struck the tall glass windows of her office building. She had been working here for nearly seven years, and the reflections had become part of the background noise of her days—the sun falling at angles, the mirrored glow of another tower staring back at her, the distant silhouettes of people she did not know framed in their own cubicles across the street. The city moved like a restless animal outside, traffic humming below, horns breaking against the hush of the…

  • English - Romance

    The Summer We Forgot Ourselves

    August 24, 2025 - By 

    Sanya Varma One The taxi wound its way through narrow, rain-slicked lanes, past moss-covered compound walls and bougainvillea sagging under the weight of the monsoon. Ishani sat in the back, forehead resting against the cool glass, letting the blurred greens and greys of Goa in the off-season seep into her. The air smelled heavy—wet earth, sea salt, and the faint sourness of overripe mangoes fallen on the roadside. When the driver finally stopped in front of a pale yellow villa, its terracotta roof dripping steadily, she felt an odd mix of relief and trepidation. The villa looked like something out…

  • English - Romance

    The House by the Backwaters

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    Shibam Iyer 1 The train slowed as it entered Alappuzha, the rhythmic clatter of wheels softening into a crawl. Ananya leaned closer to the window, her eyes tracing the sight of endless coconut groves swaying gently in the late afternoon breeze, their reflections shimmering across the sprawling backwaters. The air outside looked different, thicker almost, carrying the sheen of humidity and the fragrance of wet earth that no city could ever imitate. As the train screeched to a halt, she stepped down with a deep breath, as though she were inhaling her own past. The station was small, familiar, yet…