• English - Romance

    Unspoken Rooms

    August 28, 2025 - By 

    Elena Roy Episode 1 – The First Glance The rain had come down hard in the afternoon and left Park Street glistening like a polished mirror under the late sun. Rhea walked quickly, her sandals tapping against the damp pavement, the faint scent of wet earth and fried snacks from roadside stalls curling into the air. She had not planned to stop anywhere, but as she passed the corner café with its green awning dripping with raindrops, she slowed. She had been there a handful of times in her college years, when life was simpler and her evenings less scripted…

  • 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

    Crimson Hours

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    Reyaan Q The city had just begun to cool after a day that burned against glass and pavement, the streets humming with the restless pulse of late evening. Mira leaned against the balcony of her rented apartment, a wine glass sweating in her hand, her hair catching the glow of sodium lights. She was restless in a way that had nothing to do with work or deadlines, restless in her body, in the way the skin tingled when touched only by wind. She had lived in the city for almost two years now and yet her nights remained stubbornly quiet,…

  • English - Romance

    Between Two Flames

    August 20, 2025 - By 

    Selena Arora The rain had been falling all afternoon, soaking the city into a muted gray. Through the wide glass windows of the café, Ananya watched the drops streak down in endless lines, blurring the streetlights into ribbons of amber. She stirred her coffee slowly, not because it needed stirring but because her hands needed something to do. Her wedding ring caught the glow of the lamp above, a delicate reminder of promises once made with fire in her chest, promises now grown pale with repetition. It was on afternoons like this that loneliness pressed the hardest, despite the fact…