• Assamese

    বৃষ্টিৰ সুগন্ধ

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    ঋতুপৰ্ণা বৰুৱা পৰ্ব ১ শহৰৰ সেউজীয়া ৰঙেৰে ঢাক খোৱা এটা সৰু কলেজ চহৰ, সাঁঝ নামিলে য’ত বাতি আৰু কোলাহলত ভৰি যায়। তেতিয়া কলেজৰ পেছৰ ফালে থকা কঁপা বাঁহজোপাৰ মাজেৰে একোখনি হ’লতকৈ বেছি শূন্য পথত হাঁটিছিল অদিতি। দীৰ্ঘ কেশত বতাহৰ কুঁদনি, সৰু সৰু বৃষ্টিৰ ফোঁটাৰে সপোনীয়া ৰূপ পাইছিল। তেওঁৰ মুখত চিন্তাৰ আভা আছিল যদিও চকুৰ কাষত লুকাই থকা আভাময় হাঁহি এখন ইঙ্গিত দিছিল–মনত কিবা নতুন গল্প পাতিছে তেওঁ। অদিতি এই চহৰৰ এক নামী কলেজৰ শেষ বৰ্ষৰ ছাত্ৰী। সাহিত্য বিভাগত অধ্যয়ন কৰিলে যদিও তেওঁৰ প্ৰকৃত প্ৰেম কবিতাত নহয়, সংগীতত আছিল। গীত গোৱা আৰু শুনাৰ মাজতেই তেওঁ নিজৰ মানসিক পৰিসৰ নিৰ্মাণ কৰিছিল। আজিও…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Infinite Playlist of Ruhi Sen

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Aanya Deshpande Part 1 – Rooftop Strings The city was heavy with heat that night, even though the monsoon had broken weeks ago. Ruhi Sen pushed open the creaky terrace door of their old two-storied house in Ballygunge, her guitar clutched tightly against her chest. Downstairs, her father’s voice still echoed from dinner, rising above the clatter of utensils: “Focus, Ruhi. No more distractions. IIT is not a joke.” Her mother had nodded in silent agreement. But here, on the rooftop, she was free. The sky hung low, thick with stars blurred by smog, and the distant hum of traffic…

  • English - Romance

    When the Rain Spoke Our Names

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Rhea Kapoor Part 1 – The Meeting The rain had been falling since dawn, a steady curtain that blurred the tram lines and softened the edges of College Street’s crowded bookstalls. Water pooled in the cracks of the old pavements, making each step a careful negotiation between slipperiness and stubborn mud. Ayaan tightened the strap of his worn leather satchel and ducked under a bamboo-and-plastic canopy where secondhand books leaned against one another like old companions. His hair, damp and curling from the downpour, clung to his forehead, but his eyes held that restless brightness of someone always in search…

  • English - Romance

    The Summer We Forgot Ourselves

    August 24, 2025 - By 

    Sanya Varma One The taxi wound its way through narrow, rain-slicked lanes, past moss-covered compound walls and bougainvillea sagging under the weight of the monsoon. Ishani sat in the back, forehead resting against the cool glass, letting the blurred greens and greys of Goa in the off-season seep into her. The air smelled heavy—wet earth, sea salt, and the faint sourness of overripe mangoes fallen on the roadside. When the driver finally stopped in front of a pale yellow villa, its terracotta roof dripping steadily, she felt an odd mix of relief and trepidation. The villa looked like something out…

  • English - Romance

    Velvet Nights

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    Serene Kapoor Part 1 — The Invitation The city was still shimmering with the restless energy of twilight when Maya closed her laptop. The amber glow of streetlights was slipping into her apartment, mingling with the fragrance of sandalwood she had lit earlier. She leaned back in her chair, her body aching from the day, but her mind was alive with something else entirely—a message that had arrived just hours ago. The envelope had been thick, the kind that demanded attention. Inside was a cream-colored card embossed with an unfamiliar crest, edges gilded like something from another century. The handwriting—sleek,…

  • English - Romance

    Chai and Silk

    August 19, 2025 - By 

    Ritam Ghosh 1 Camille’s journey to Kolkata begins under the oppressive weight of the city’s humid air, which clings to her skin like a second layer of consciousness. As she steps out of the train at Howrah station, the cacophony of honking taxis, shouting vendors, and the rhythmic clatter of the tracks overwhelms her senses. The air smells of sweet smoke from nearby tea stalls, mingled with the faint metallic tang of the river water, and for a moment, she feels suspended between fascination and disorientation. Every turn of the bustling platform offers a new sight: porters balancing impossibly large…

  • 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

    Between Two Flights

    August 19, 2025 - By 

    Rajesh Sharma 1 Rohan Mehta tugged his cabin bag behind him, the wheels making a soft, uneven clatter against the polished floors of Bangalore’s Kempegowda International Airport. It was close to midnight, yet the terminal buzzed with the muffled sounds of announcements, footsteps, and the clink of coffee cups echoing across the atrium. His flight to Toronto was scheduled for 12:30 a.m., but the glowing red letters on the overhead board betrayed the truth—Delayed: Next Update 2:00 a.m. He sighed, adjusting his glasses and running a hand through his hair, a familiar gesture whenever he felt the sting of uncertainty.…

  • English - Romance

    Rooftop at Midnight

    August 13, 2025 - By 

    Ishita Anand 1 The boxes were still stacked haphazardly in Tara Mehra’s living room, their cardboard edges curling slightly from the humidity of a late-August evening in Hyderabad. She’d spent the whole day unpacking—kitchen first, then her books, then her sketchbooks and pencils—yet the apartment still felt like a halfway house between strangers. From the balcony, she could see the crowded lanes of Banjara Hills curling away into the distance, car headlights already threading the roads as the day’s last sunlight gave way to neon. The air was heavy with the smell of rain that hadn’t yet fallen, and somewhere…

  • English - Young Adult

    Chai & Chalk Dust

    August 12, 2025 - By 

    Ananya Pradhan One The mist clung thickly to the hills of Darjeeling that September evening, wrapping the sleepy town in a soft, silver-gray blanket. Outside the gates of St. Augustine’s Hill School, where ancient pines swayed gently in the cool breeze, Anaya Gurung tended the modest tea stall her mother had set up years ago. The worn wooden counter was streaked with years of spilled chai and chalk dust, a testament to its humble history. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the streetlamps flickered on, casting pools of warm yellow light on the wet cobblestones. Anaya moved with quiet…