• English - Young Adult

    Before the Sky Falls

    August 6, 2025 - By 

    Saanvi A. Menon The rain started sometime after midnight, stealthy at first, tapping like fingers on the tin awning outside Mira’s fourth-floor window. She didn’t get up to look. Mumbai rain, especially in late June, had a way of arriving without ceremony but leaving a trail. The fan above her bed slowed, hiccuped, and then stopped altogether. Silence followed, thick as wet wool. The power was out. Again. She lay still, waiting for the noise to return — a whirr, a click, the hallway inverter kicking in — but the darkness held. Beyond her shuttered window, thunder cracked the sky…

  • English - Romance

    Woh Chitthi Wala Pyar

    July 29, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Sharma Part 1: The Letter in the Attic The hills of Ranikhet were wrapped in their usual mist, like a half-remembered dream refusing to fade with morning light. Anaya Mehra sat in the back of the shared taxi, her fingers clenched around the strap of her leather sketchbook bag. The sharp scent of pine mixed with damp earth rushed in through the half-open window, unfamiliar yet oddly calming. It had been ten years since she last came here — as a teenager, arms crossed in rebellion, dragged by her parents to visit her grandmother. Now, she returned alone, thirty…

  • English - Young Adult

    When We Danced That Summer

    July 14, 2025 - By 

    Ira Mehrotra The Town That Smelled of Salt and Silence The train screeched to a stop like it wasn’t ready to let go of Rihan Bose. He stepped down onto the sun-bleached platform of Kavar, a small town that clung to the southern coastline like a secret. The salty wind stung his skin, and gulls screamed overhead as if announcing his arrival. Not that anyone was listening. It was the kind of town where nothing ever really happened. And that was precisely the point. Aunty Kamala, his grandmother’s housekeeper, was the only one waiting. She waved half-heartedly, holding a paper…

  • English - Romance

    A Cup of Yesterday

    July 10, 2025 - By 

    Vinita Sharma Part 1: The Letters No One Reads The café sat at the edge of the road like a forgotten comma in a long sentence. Half hidden by a wild bougainvillaea vine and mist that never quite left, “Yesterday’s Brew” had no signboard—just a brass bell that rang softly when someone entered and the scent of cinnamon and stories hanging in the air. Maya Singh wiped the counter with the same slow grace she applied to most things in life now. Her hair was tied in a loose bun, a silver strand peeking defiantly. She wore a mustard cardigan…

  • English - Romance

    Saffron Skies

    July 9, 2025 - By 

    Shreya Mehra ONE Aaravi stepped off the plane into the crisp, cool air of Kashmir, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the beauty around her. The mountains, dusted with snow at their peaks, loomed majestically in the distance, while the air was thick with the scent of earth and pine. This was supposed to be a new beginning—a chance for her to break through the creative block that had gripped her for months. She had come to Kashmir at the urging of her gallery, to capture the essence of the saffron fields for her upcoming exhibition. But as she stood in…

  • English - Romance

    Skin Deep, Soul Deeper

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Tara Mitra Part 1 — The First Gaze The sky over Goa wasn’t just blue—it was bold, like a canvas splashed with reckless abandon. Rhea stepped into the quiet artist residency nestled between palms and silence, her duffel slung over one shoulder and her thoughts as heavy as clay. She had come here to escape, to disconnect, to breathe. After fifteen years in Mumbai’s blistering art scene, she wanted to sculpt something not for a client or a gallery, but for herself. Something raw. Something honest. She wasn’t prepared to meet Ayan. He was leaning against the porch railing when…

  • Hindi - सामाजिक कहानियाँ

    दोपहर की खिड़की

    June 26, 2025 - By 

    सौरभ मेहता भाग १ शहर की उस पुरानी गली में जहाँ मकानों की छतें एक-दूसरे के कंधे पर टिकी होती हैं और गलियों की साँसें भी धीमी पड़ चुकी होती हैं, वहीं तीसरे नंबर का मकान सबसे चुप है। दीवारों की सीलन अब तस्वीरों के किनारों तक पहुँच चुकी है, और खिड़कियों से झाँकती धूप ऐसी लगती है मानो किसी ने अनजाने में दरारों के बीच से उजाला गिरा दिया हो। उसी मकान की दूसरी मंज़िल की एक खिड़की, दोपहर के ठीक बीच में खुलती थी—बिना आवाज़ के, बिना किसी आहट के। और उस खिड़की के पीछे बैठी थी—श्रीमती सावित्री…

  • English - Romance

    My Boss, My Ex

    June 25, 2025 - By 

    Rhea Jha The conference room was freezing, or maybe it was just her hands that had turned cold. Aisha Kapoor adjusted the cuff of her blazer for the third time in five minutes, a nervous habit she thought she’d long abandoned. The team sat around the glass table, murmurs of speculation buzzing in the air—new leadership, potential restructuring, rumors about a merger. But all Aisha could focus on was the ticking clock on the wall, inching closer to ten. Her mind wasn’t in the present, not really. It was tangled somewhere between a finance report and a memory she had…

  • English - Travel

    Midnight Maps of Meghalaya

    June 24, 2025 - By 

    Aneesha Marak Part 1: The Broken Route It was past nine when the cab took the sharp bend near Cherrapunji, the headlights cutting through curtains of mist that clung to the hills like secrets. The driver muttered something in Khasi, tapped the dashboard thrice, and the engine made a coughing sound that didn’t feel reassuring. Inside the cab sat three people who hadn’t planned to meet each other—much less rely on one another. But Meghalaya, with her moody skies and rain-polished roads, has a way of bending fate like bamboo in the wind. Anaya, curled up in the backseat with…

  • English - Fiction

    Halfway Home

    June 17, 2025 - By 

    Shreya Mukherjee The air in the Bangalore metro smelt faintly of wet concrete and deodorant. Anaya Sen adjusted her tote bag, balancing herself as the train jerked forward. Her headphones were in, but the music was off. She wasn’t in the mood for playlists. Not this morning. Outside, the city passed by in a blur of glass facades, auto-rickshaws, and trees trying their best to stay green. Inside, her inbox buzzed with reminders of the town hall meeting she had helped organize — the one everyone was quietly dreading. After the leak last week, things had been spiraling. Whispers. Slack…