• English - Romance

    A Hundred Steps to You

    September 16, 2025 - By 

    Saanvi Roy Episode 1 – The Photograph The city was still shaking off the heat of late afternoon when Maya pushed her way through the crowded lanes of Chandni Chowk. Dust hung in the air like an invisible veil, clinging to her hair and the white kurta she had foolishly chosen to wear that morning. She stopped at the familiar tea stall near the booksellers, a place where she often came after long days at the architecture firm. The stall was old, its tin roof dented, its wooden counter stained with years of spilled chai, but she liked the chaos…

  • English - Romance

    Check-Out After Midnight

    August 7, 2025 - By 

    Saanvi Kapoor One Nikita stepped into the lobby of the boutique hotel in Bangalore, heels tapping softly against the marble floor as the glass doors whispered shut behind her. The rain had stopped moments ago, leaving the air thick with petrichor and neon reflections from the street. She wore her silk blouse slightly unbuttoned, blazer casually draped over her arm, and a weekend bag slung over one shoulder. For once, she wasn’t checking into a five-star chain with her husband or clients. This was her idea, her plan—one night away from courtrooms, colleagues, and the quiet resentment that had begun…

  • English - Romance

    Unscripted

    June 29, 2025 - By 

    Avni Sharma Cut. Camera. Chaos. Adil Mehta hated networking events. He hated the artificial laughter, the overflowing wine glasses, the desperate smiles hiding behind even more desperate scripts. But tonight, he had no choice. His rent was due, his bank balance read like a horror story, and his last script — a coming-of-age story about a grieving magician — had been rejected with a “Nice tone, but not marketable.” So he stood awkwardly at the corner of the Film Writers Guild mixer, nursing a warm soda and mentally rewriting every regret of his life. That’s when it happened. A shout,…

  • Hindi - प्रेम कहानियाँ

    तुम्हारे बिना भी तुमसे

    June 25, 2025 - By 

    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

    Screenshoted Heart

    June 24, 2025 - By 

    Aisha Verma Part 1 The first time Neil saw Siya, she was hurling a half-eaten vada pav at a man twice her size in front of Andheri Station. It hit the man square in the chest, splattering red chutney like a bloodstain on his white shirt. A crowd had gathered, of course. Cameras were out. Someone was live-streaming. Neil had been passing by, DSLR in hand, mind elsewhere, when the chaos sucked him in like Mumbai traffic at peak hour. “Don’t touch me!” Siya yelled, her voice sharp as a glass shard. The man, red-faced, lunged at her, but Neil…

  • English - Romance

    Equation

    June 22, 2025 - By 

    Mansi Raihan Part 1: Pitch or Personal? “So, what makes you think this will work?” Anna Sanyal’s voice was crisp, like glass about to crack. She leaned forward slightly, her blazer immaculate, fingers tapping a silver pen on the mahogany table. Ridhim Guhathakurta cleared his throat. “We’ve run a closed beta in Salt Lake with 500 users. Forty percent retention in 7 days, sixty percent reorder rate.” “That’s data,” Anna said flatly. “I’m asking belief.” “I believe,” he said, eyes steady. “Because I know what it’s like to wait forty minutes for overpriced biryani from an app that doesn’t care.…

  • English - Romance

    The Moon Between Us

    June 21, 2025 - By 

    Rishiraj Dubey 1 It began on a train. The Mumbai local was packed, as always—bodies pressed close, the smell of iron and monsoon sweat thick in the air. Somewhere, a vendor shouted about samosas. A mother hushed her crying child. I had wedged myself into a corner seat near the window, one earbud in, the other dangling, as the city buzzed around me, uncaring and loud. And then, at Dadar, she boarded. White kurta, blue scarf, a jhola bag slung over one shoulder. Her hair was still damp from a rushed morning bath. She moved through the crowd like someone…