• 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

    Beneath the Olive Trees

    August 27, 2025 - By 

    Ayesha Raman Part 1 – The Orchard at Dusk Leila’s camera strap dug lightly into her shoulder as she balanced her tripod against the uneven stones of the village path. The late September sky was folding itself into shades of orange and violet, each layer softer than the last, the horizon bleeding into the sea. She had been chasing this light all day, running from alley to alley, through terracotta rooftops and bougainvillea-draped balconies, but it was here—at the edge of the town—that the light seemed most alive. She spotted a hillock lined with olive trees, their silver leaves catching…

  • 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…

  • Hindi - प्रेम कहानियाँ

    रात का दूसरा किनारा

    August 9, 2025 - By 

    आर्या मेहता पुराने शहर की गलियों में नवंबर की धुंध ऐसे उतरती थी, जैसे कोई धीमी धुन दीवारों पर टिक-टिक करती हो। शाम के पाँच बजते ही सफ़ेद रोशनी वाले बल्बों के चारों ओर पतंगों की नन्ही परिक्रमा शुरू हो जाती, और मिट्टी से आती सोंधी गंध लोगों के चेहरों पर अनजाने-से भाव रच देती। उसी धुंध में, चौक की मोड़ पर, “गुलमोहर लाइब्रेरी” अपनी लकड़ी की खिड़कियों के पीछे शांति की एक अलग दुनिया समेटे बैठी रहती—पुराने पन्नों की महक, फुसफुसाहट-सी आवाज़ें, और गिरे हुए पत्तों की ख़ामोशी। अदिति ने दरवाज़ा धकेला तो घंटी की एक पतली-सी ‘टिन’ बजकर…

  • English - Romance

    Velvet Threshold

    August 8, 2025 - By 

    Celeste Ray Part 1: The Arrival The train pulled into the quiet Provençal station at dusk, the fading sun casting long shadows across the stone platform. Alina stepped out slowly, the hem of her linen dress brushing against her knees as the wind stirred—a breath, a sigh, something ancient in the air. Her suitcase, old leather and scuffed at the corners, felt heavier than it should have. Not just with clothes or sketchbooks, but with everything she had left behind in London. The brochure had promised solitude. An artist residency in a converted vineyard. Ten guests. Ten days. No internet.…

  • English - Young Adult

    Before the Sky Falls

    August 6, 2025 - By 

    Saanvi A. Menon The rain started sometime after midnight, stealthy at first, tapping like fingers on the tin awning outside Mira’s fourth-floor window. She didn’t get up to look. Mumbai rain, especially in late June, had a way of arriving without ceremony but leaving a trail. The fan above her bed slowed, hiccuped, and then stopped altogether. Silence followed, thick as wet wool. The power was out. Again. She lay still, waiting for the noise to return — a whirr, a click, the hallway inverter kicking in — but the darkness held. Beyond her shuttered window, thunder cracked the sky…

  • English - Fiction - Romance

    रात की आख़िरी बूँद

    August 4, 2025 - By 

    रेशमा गुलज़ार 1 दिल्ली की गर्मी जब जून के तीसरे हफ्ते में साँस लेने लगती है, तो शामें धुएँ में घुल जाती हैं। ट्रैफिक की आवाजें खिड़कियों के भीतर तक आती हैं, और पर्दे धीमे-धीमे नाचते हैं, जैसे किसी ने उन्हें एक धीमा राग गुनगुनाया हो। अन्वी ने लैपटॉप बंद किया। स्क्रीन पर वो तीसरा पैराग्राफ अब भी अधूरा था—एक स्त्री का स्पर्श लिखते-लिखते उसकी अपनी त्वचा पर सिहरन सी दौड़ गई थी। उसने कॉफ़ी मग उठाया, जो अब ठंडा हो चुका था। बालों की एक लट उसकी गर्दन पर टिक गई थी—गर्मी और अधूरी नींद दोनों की गवाही देती…

  • English - Romance

    The Second Cup

    August 2, 2025 - By 

    Aanya Rhodes Part 1: First Rain It started with the sound of rain. Not the polite kind that kissed rooftops and trickled down windowpanes, but the insistent, wild kind that arrived with thunder in its bones and an unspoken promise of upheaval. The kind of rain that didn’t ask before entering your life — it just came. Naina Joshi leaned against the polished wood of the café counter, her fingers curled around a half-empty ceramic mug, the cinnamon dust long settled. Outside, the street shimmered under the weight of the downpour. Mist swirled like secrets across the glass, blurring the…

  • English - Romance

    Second Chance in the City

    July 31, 2025 - By 

    Ria Malhotra Part 1: Monsoon Mornings The rain had arrived early in Mumbai this year. Not the aggressive, stormy kind, but a soft drizzle that hung like a veil between the living and the past. The street outside “Chapter & Chai” glistened under the dull gold of the morning light, and the faint aroma of wet earth seeped through the bookstore’s open windows. Ananya adjusted the handwritten sign near the entrance: Today’s Brew: Masala Chai & Murakami Underneath it, she scribbled in smaller letters: Umbrellas welcome. So are old friends. It wasn’t just marketing—it was habit. Ever since her daughter,…

  • English - Romance - Travel

    Saffron Kisses

    July 29, 2025 - By 

    Ira Devyani Sen It was the kind of evening that carried warmth on its skin — not from the sun, but from the longing that hung in the air like unspoken words. The rain had stopped just an hour ago, leaving behind a breathless hush. The windows were still misted, half open to the scent of soaked earth and hibiscus. She stood by the sill, fingers tracing the wooden frame, her saree a soft rustle of maroon and gold wrapped tightly around her curves, as if the fabric itself remembered touch. Down below, the courtyard glistened — bricks slick with…