• English - Romance

    A Hundred Letters North

    August 5, 2025 - By 

    Isla Verma The Letter in the Book It was a Sunday shaped like rain. The city hadn’t yet decided if it wanted to pour or pretend, and Anaya stood under the torn yellow canopy of a second-hand bookstall near Churchgate, letting her fingers glide across spines of the forgotten. The old man who ran the stall smoked a cigarette with one hand and flipped through pages with the other, not even looking up as she pulled a faded copy of Wuthering Heights from the stack. The pages were frayed at the edges, browned like toast. Anaya loved that. She liked…

  • English - Romance

    Set Point

    July 4, 2025 - By 

    Saina Rathi 1 The red clay of Delhi Tennis Academy felt like home to Ananya Rai. Every morning, at exactly six-fifteen, she’d step onto Court Four, breathe in the warm scent of sunbaked dust, and begin her drills before the city’s traffic could find its voice. She lived for the thwack of the ball against her strings, for the rhythm of her shoes sliding into position, for the moment her serve arched into the perfect curve, sharp and fast. Today was no different—except for the buzz floating around the academy like static. She bounced the ball once, twice, and then…

  • Bangla - প্রেমের গল্প

    নির্বাক সন্ধের রঙ

    July 2, 2025 - By 

    অমৃত ঘোষ পর্ব ১: নির্জন বারান্দা আনজু জানলার কাঁচে কপাল ঠেকিয়ে বসে ছিল। বাইরের দিক থেকে কুয়াশার মতো নেমে আসা বিকেলটা ধীরে ধীরে সাঁঝে গড়িয়ে যাচ্ছিল। এই বাড়িটার বারান্দা জুড়ে এমন এক রকমের নিঃসঙ্গতা বিরাজ করত, যেন সময় থেমে গেছে বহু আগে। সুমিত তখনো অফিস থেকে ফেরেনি। ফেরার কথা সাতটার মধ্যে, কিন্তু এখন সাতটা পঁচিশ। আনজু অপেক্ষা করে না আর, শুধু হিসেব রাখে — দেরি, আগমন, নিরবতা, স্পর্শহীন রাত। চৌদ্দ বছরের সংসার, কিন্তু তাতে প্রেম আছে কিনা, সেটা বুঝে উঠতে পারেনি কখনো। সুমিত ভালো মানুষ, এই শহরের প্রায় সবাই তাই বলে। নিয়মিত অফিস যায়, বাজার করে, দায়িত্ববান। কিন্তু ভালোলাগা আর…

  • 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…

  • Bangla - প্রেমের গল্প

    চায়ের কাপ আর কিছু না-বলা কথা

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    ঐশী মুখার্জী পর্ব ১ কলকাতার দুপুরটা ছিল সেই রকম একটা দুপুর, যেটা চুলের গোড়া দিয়ে মাথা গরম করে দেয়। ফ্লাইওভারের নিচে বাস দাঁড়াতে দাঁড়াতে হাঁপিয়ে ওঠে, ছেলেমেয়েরা অফিসের জামা-প্যান্টের নিচে ঘেমে নেয়ে অস্থির হয়ে পড়ে। এমনি একটা দুপুরে রোদ্দুর প্রথম পা রাখে তার নতুন অফিসে—এই শহরের এক মাঝারি রকমের আইটি কোম্পানি, নাম ‘টেকমাইন্ড’। নতুন চাকরি, নতুন পরিবেশ, নতুন মুখ। রোদ্দুরের বয়স পঁচিশ, সদ্য ইঞ্জিনিয়ারিং শেষ করে প্র্যাকটিকাল লাইফে প্রবেশ করেছে। সে স্বপ্ন দেখে—অফিস মানে হবে বন্ধুত্ব, চা, হাসি, হয়তো কোথাও গিয়ে প্রেম। কিন্তু বাস্তব চুপচাপ থাকে। সকালটা গিয়েছিল ইন্ট্রোডাকশনের মাঝে, কেউ কারও দিকে তাকায়নি ঠিক করে, শুধু HR বলেছিল, “Meet…

  • 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…

  • Drama - English - Romance

    The Contract Girlfriend

    June 24, 2025 - By 

    Priyanka Ved Part 1 The hospital smelled like sterile cotton and silent prayers. Meera sat on the cold plastic chair, her hands tightly clasped, knuckles pale. Her brother Aarav’s breathing was the only rhythm keeping her grounded. Machines beeped steadily beside him, like they were mocking her helplessness. “Miss Meera Singh?” A voice snapped her back. She looked up to see a middle-aged man in a tailored black suit—sleek, expensive, and utterly out of place in the dull corridor of the government hospital. “Yes?” she asked, standing up, instinctively wary. “I’m Mr. Pradhan. I work for Mr. Veer Khanna.” His…

  • Drama - English

    Headlines & Crossfire

    June 19, 2025 - By 

    Aaryan Dastur The Breaking Point The newsroom of Global Pulse buzzed like a swarm of hornets, monitors flashing with real-time footage, phones ringing off their hooks, and the giant ticker on the far wall counting down the minutes to prime time. Rhea Sen stood at the heart of it all, arms folded, eyes fixed on the wall screen where rival network The Daily Eye was airing a bombshell report. Her jaw clenched slightly as Kabir Mathur’s voice boomed from the broadcast — sharp, confident, manipulative. “Sources inside the Ministry confirm that the leaked budget documents came directly from the Finance…

  • English - Romance

    Burning Hours

    June 19, 2025 - By 

    Mohit Khanna The Lift Between Floors The first time Tara met Armaan, it was in the lift of the Raaga Residency complex. She lived on the ninth floor with her investment-banker husband. He lived on the fifth, newly moved in, unmarried—or so she thought. The air was heavy that evening, monsoon rain clinging to the glass doors, the scent of damp earth clashing with his cologne. Woody, expensive, dangerous. She pressed 9. He pressed 7. She noticed. “You’re new here,” she said, not looking directly at him. “And you’ve noticed already?” His smile was lazy, the kind that made you…

  • English - Romance

    Silent Letters of Love

    June 18, 2025 - By 

    Rhea Solace Part 1 There was nothing extraordinary about the small writing desk by the window—except perhaps, how it held hundreds of lives within it. Neatly stacked ivory paper, a brass fountain pen with fading gold initials, and a mug forever stained with tea. This was where Aanya wrote love stories… not hers, but everyone else’s. Every day, she sat with requests. A line from a shy lover, a paragraph from an apologetic husband, a mother trying to bridge years of silence with her daughter. Aanya wrote letters for them all. Anonymous, elegant, and filled with emotions she had never…