The palace of Avaran did not sleep. It watched. Even in the dead hours — when candles wept low and the marble halls whispered secrets to the dust — the eyes of painted ancestors followed every step. Every breath. Viren…
The village of Kervan lay hidden beneath a blanket of whispering trees, its paths woven with roots and forgotten stories. No banners flew here. No guards patrolled the winding paths. Only the wind spoke — and sometimes, if you listened…
It was a Tuesday. The kind of day when the air is too still. Where the sunlight filters through the curtains like it’s trying not to wake anything. Where silence presses against your skin until it feels like something is…
They called it the Devil’s Patch—a forgotten stretch of forest behind an abandoned gas station on the outskirts of town. Locals said the trees whispered at night, that birds never flew over it, and that sometimes, the ground moved when…
They say love can survive anything. But what they never tell you is that even obsession can survive anything. So can hate. And sometimes, that’s worse. It had been twenty-nine days since Aryan said the words. “I love you, Aanya.”…
Rahul was still in shock. The only phone that had hopes of being the potential lifeline to the scholarship or internship was, to top it all, currently with the most backstabbing person in his life. While, thousands of miles away,…
Rohan woke up to the drone of his phone. Rubbing the sleep from his half-awake eyes, he reached out for the cell phone which was lying on the nightstand, and squinted at the screen. Arjun: “Are you working today?“ He…
Rahul stood in the middle of the crowded office. He was holding on to his cellphone tightly. His heart, racing with excitement. He deserves it after all his hard work. Not just an achievement, but a dream come true by…
Aarav never thought his life would turn into a never-ending courtroom drama. It all started one ordinary night. One all-too-ordinary evening, he was just lounging at home on the couch while checking social media. Something felt off. The lights flickered.…
I don’t know how it started… or maybe it was always there, hiding under the surface. But for Aanya, love was never just a feeling. It was something she became. Aanya was never the loud, expressive type. She didn’t need…
