• English - Romance

    Love at Signal 47

    Sneha Chanda 1 Every evening around six-thirty, the city of Bangalore sighed under its own weight—horns honked like dissonant jazz, autos swerved with divine confidence, and a dusty orange sun drooped behind the concrete skyline. Priti, on her midnight-blue scooter, found herself once again halted at the same red light near Indiranagar, officially labelled Signal No. 47. It was a notorious pause point, where the signal stubbornly lingered for a full hundred and twenty seconds, enough for people to check their phones, vendors to sell corn-on-the-cob, and traffic to swell into a stubborn sea. For Priti, it had become a…

  • English - Romance

    Unspoken in Udaipur

    Leena Roy ONE The air was thick with the scent of wet stone and jasmine as Clara Reynolds stepped off the rickety bus that had rumbled its way from Jaipur through dust, thunder, and time. Udaipur rose before her like a faded painting—its cream-colored palaces floating on mirrored lakes, its crooked alleys climbing hillsides like vines searching for sunlight. She pulled her rucksack tighter over her shoulders and adjusted the scarf around her neck, a habit she’d picked up to blend in, or perhaps to hide in. The city seemed drenched in something beyond rain—melancholy, perhaps, or memory. Raindrops clung…

  • English - Romance

    When the Light Changed

    Reyan D’Souza The First Red Light It began, as many quiet revolutions do, with something small. Aria was running late again—not disastrously, not enough to be fired—but just enough to skip breakfast, mutter at the broken coffee machine in her apartment building, and step onto the pavement at exactly 7:58 a.m., breathless. The traffic light in front of her office glowed a fierce red, holding back the swarm of pedestrians like a patient conductor. That was when she saw him. Standing across the street, half in shadow, half in light, holding a book in one hand and a bag slung…