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    The Red Fort Love Letters

    Naina Verma Chapter 1: The Unfolding Secrets Aditi Sharma stood in the midst of the excavation site near the Red Fort, her heart racing as the shovel struck something hard beneath the surface. The scorching Delhi sun beat down on her, but she paid little attention to the sweat trickling down her forehead. For weeks, she had meticulously combed through the layers of earth, hoping for something significant, something that would validate her place in the world of archaeology. And now, she had uncovered a treasure. With careful hands, she removed the dirt around the object, revealing a small wooden…

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    Across the Courtline

    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…

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    Where the Bell Ends

    Tara Dutta Part 1: The Last Bench always felt like a refuge. From here, Meera Kapoor could watch the world unfold without being noticed. The rustle of papers, the scrape of chairs, the lazy ticking of the wall clock—all part of the ritual she had come to know by heart in Room 21. It was her final year at St. Agnes, and while everyone else seemed obsessed with entrance exams, college brochures, and farewell sarees, Meera remained on the edge, quietly detached. Until the day Mr. Rayan walked in. He wasn’t what she expected in a literature teacher. Most of…

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    Silent Evenings, Hidden Mornings

    Sudipta Sen The Pause Between Verses The morning fog had lifted just enough to let the sun trace the old Mughal arches of Lodhi Gardens. It was January in Delhi, the kind of cold that didn’t bite but lingered, like a half-finished conversation. Rituporna wrapped her shawl tighter around her and sipped from the paper cup of lukewarm coffee she’d picked up from the small kiosk outside Gate No. 3. She wasn’t here for solitude, not really. She came to watch. Watch the joggers who ran like they were escaping something. Watch the couples who thought ruins made their love…