• English - Romance

    Durga Lights

    Rhea Mukherjee Part 1 – Shashthi: The First Glimpse The city had begun to wear its annual costume, and Anirban felt as though he had walked into a memory painted brighter than life itself. College Street was strung with banners, fairy lights hung like constellations caught in the wires, and the air smelled of shiuli blossoms crushed underfoot, mixing with the sharp scent of incense and fried snacks. He hadn’t been here for Durga Puja in three years, not since he had taken that job in Bangalore and left behind everything familiar—his friends, his family, and Ishita. The cab he…

  • English - Fiction - Romance

    Offline is the New Love

    Tania Mattu Part 1: The DM That Didn’t Send Aarav Kapoor stared at the blinking cursor on his screen, his thumb hovering above the send button. The message read: “Hey, you seemed really cool at the open mic. Want to grab coffee sometime?” But he didn’t press send. Instead, he backspaced all the way to blank and tossed his phone onto the bed. He exhaled loudly. “What am I doing?” He had met Zoya exactly three nights ago at a chaotic open mic night in Bandra. She wasn’t performing; she was in the corner, sketching people with a black ink…

  • English - Romance

    Pearls Before the Moon

    Anika Rao Part 1: The Taste of Irani Chai The clock struck six as Meher adjusted the silver jhumkas dangling from her ears, their soft chime blending into the evening azaan that echoed from the nearby Mecca Masjid. She stood by the rusted iron railings of the Charminar terrace, inhaling the scent of kebabs, rose attar, and the sharp, dusty wind that always carried whispers of stories untold. Hyderabad in December was always like this—cool, crowded, humming with history. And Meher, a 26-year-old calligraphy artist, found herself here every Thursday, sketchbook in hand, waiting to draw strangers and perhaps meet…

  • Hindi - प्रेम कहानियाँ

    तुम्हारे बिना भी तुमसे

    अनामिका जोशी 1 शाम की हवा में अजीब सी उदासी थी, जैसे दिन अपने पैरों के निशान समेट रहा हो। दिल्ली के हज़रत निज़ामुद्दीन स्टेशन पर मयंक एक बेंच पर बैठा था, अपने नीले डफल बैग के ऊपर कोहनी टिकाए, और दूसरी ओर एक किताब पकड़े—”Norwegian Wood”। कानों में ईयरफोन, लेकिन कोई गाना नहीं चल रहा था। बस, शोर से खुद को काटने की एक कोशिश थी। उसे ट्रेन पकड़नी थी—जयपुर जाने वाली इंटरसिटी। पहली नौकरी, पहली पोस्टिंग, और पहली बार दिल्ली छोड़ना। भीतर कुछ हल्का सा डर भी था और थोड़ा गर्व भी। आसपास लोग भागदौड़ कर रहे थे,…

  • English - Romance - Young Adult

    Red Ink on White Paper

    Tara Deshpande Part 1: First Paper Cut The essay was titled “Love is a Knife with a Sugar Handle.” Rayan D’Souza read the first paragraph, then the last, then the whole thing again in silence. It wasn’t just good—it was surgical. Each line left a mark, a strange blend of emotional vulnerability and cold detachment. The author was Aranya Sen. Roll number 07B/LIT/019. He remembered her vaguely from the second row, a girl who didn’t take notes but always looked like she was memorising the whole room. Her photograph was stapled to the file, standard college protocol, a small passport-size…