• English - Romance

    The Unseen Hour

    September 9, 2025 - By 

    Rohan A. Desai Part One – The Arrival The city was still damp from the evening rain when Maya stepped out of the cab. The streets glistened with neon reflections, every puddle a trembling mirror that caught fragments of shop lights, passing headlights, and the restless pulse of Friday night. She adjusted the strap of her bag and drew her coat closer around her body, though the air wasn’t cold so much as alive with moisture. She could feel it clinging to her skin, making her aware of herself in a way that was both uncomfortable and strangely awakening. The…

  • Hindi - प्रेम कहानियाँ

    तेरी मेरी अधूरी बातें

    September 3, 2025 - By 

    आरव मेहता भाग 1 : मुलाक़ात की ख़ामोशी दिल्ली की भीगी दोपहर थी। बरसात का मौसम हमेशा ही लोगों को अपने भीतर छिपे हुए जज़्बातों से मिलाता है। मेट्रो स्टेशन के बाहर लोग अपने-अपने रास्ते भाग रहे थे, किसी के हाथ में छाता था, किसी के कंधे पर बैग। उसी भीड़ में खड़ी थी आर्या, नीली सलवार-सूट पहने, बालों से टपकते पानी की बूँदें जैसे उसकी आँखों में चमक को और गहरा बना रही थीं। वह लाइब्रेरी से लौट रही थी, हाथ में किताबों का ढेर था। अचानक किसी ने पीछे से पुकारा— “सुनिए… आपकी किताब गिर गई।” आर्या ने…

  • 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

    Monsoon Conversations

    August 19, 2025 - By 

    Amaya Rao Part 1: Under the Metro Roof The rain arrived like a rumor that suddenly remembered it was true. One minute Delhi was gray and heavy with threat; the next, it cracked open and poured everything it had onto Rajiv Chowk. The metro announcement dissolved into static. Commuters shrank under bags and newspapers and dignity. Somewhere above, a billboard for a weekend sale sagged, the model’s perfect smile beaded with water like perspiration she couldn’t admit to. Aanya stood just inside the station entrance and felt the rain push its fingers toward her toes. She drew them back, as…

  • English - Romance

    The Second Cup

    August 2, 2025 - By 

    Aanya Rhodes Part 1: First Rain It started with the sound of rain. Not the polite kind that kissed rooftops and trickled down windowpanes, but the insistent, wild kind that arrived with thunder in its bones and an unspoken promise of upheaval. The kind of rain that didn’t ask before entering your life — it just came. Naina Joshi leaned against the polished wood of the café counter, her fingers curled around a half-empty ceramic mug, the cinnamon dust long settled. Outside, the street shimmered under the weight of the downpour. Mist swirled like secrets across the glass, blurring the…

  • English - Romance

    The Equation of Us

    June 30, 2025 - By 

    Maanvi Shah The conference room was too cold for summer, like most VC firms that mistook temperature control for control in general. Rhea Mehta crossed her legs, stilettos clicking lightly as she adjusted her seat, eyes steady on the projected slide deck. “You’re up,” she said, voice clipped, betraying no emotion. Across the glossy table stood a lanky young man in jeans and a faded hoodie—unapologetically casual in a room full of silk blouses and cufflinks. He stepped forward, opened his laptop, and clicked the remote. “My name is Arjun Iyer,” he began, his voice a blend of caffeine and…

  • English - Romance

    Across the Courtline

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Rhea Dutt Part 1: The First Serve The first time Aarav saw Mira, she was smashing a shuttlecock across the net with such precision that it left her opponent frozen. It wasn’t love at first sight—not yet. It was something sharper. Intrigue. Aarav, the newly recruited assistant coach at St. Augustine Sports Academy, had arrived straight from the national training camp, carrying with him the calm confidence of someone who had nothing left to prove on the court. Mira, on the other hand, was fiery, competitive, and unapologetically ambitious. She didn’t notice him at first. Her focus was the tournament…

  • Drama - English - Romance

    Rent a Boyfriend

    June 26, 2025 - By 

    Aisha Roy Plus-One Problems Tara Sen hated weddings. Not because she was bitter about love, not even because she couldn’t tolerate rasgullas anymore—she just couldn’t stand the interrogation squad that arrived with the haldi. Her mother’s sisters. Her father’s cousins. The “So-when-are-you-next-beta?” brigade. This time, it was her cousin Sia’s wedding in Jaipur. Three days. One palace hotel. Four aunties with sharp questions and sharper judgment. Tara had already survived two of these family extravaganzas this year, but her luck was running out. She had overheard her mother whispering to Mausi on speakerphone just last week, “This time I think…

  • English - Romance

    3rd Floor Left: A Love Story

    June 24, 2025 - By 

    Aisha Verma Rohan Mehta did not believe in fate. He believed in laundry schedules, strong coffee, and Bluetooth headphones with decent battery life. Apartment 3R—third floor, right—had been his solo kingdom for the past eleven months, ever since he moved into the ageing but oddly charming Amar Residency in Indiranagar. It wasn’t love at first lease, but it was quiet, close to the metro, and—most importantly—his mother had approved of the vastu. It was a Thursday morning, the kind where Bangalore pretends to be cold but isn’t really, when he noticed something odd. As he reached out to pin his…

  • English - Suspense

    Monsoon Strokes

    June 23, 2025 - By 

    Ayesha Fernandes Part 1: The First Drop The rain came slow, like a lover hesitating at the doorstep. It began with a whisper against the rusted railing of the old apartment on Chapel Road, then picked up its rhythm like tabla fingers on taut skin. Amara stood by the half-open window, brush frozen mid-air, eyes half-lidded in thought. The canvas before her bore the beginning of a woman’s face, unfinished—like everything else in her life these days. She wasn’t supposed to paint today. She had promised herself a break. But the monsoon had this way of stirring her skin, cracking…