The first time he spotted her, she stood beneath the archway on the Rue de Rivoli, the Eiffel Tower outlined in the dimming Parisian twilight behind her. At first glance, she didn’t seem remarkable, but there was something about her posture—graceful yet elusive—that caught his attention. When their gazes locked, a spark ignited in hisContinue reading “The Second Wife”
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Unknown, Unseen
In a humble home on the outskirts of a sleepy town, Adrien sat writing beneath the soft glow of a single lamp. The walls of his study, once alive with laughter and warmth, now felt heavy with stillness. His wife, once his closest friend, had become unresponsive and distant. His children, now grown and farContinue reading “Unknown, Unseen”
The Road Back
Arvind, Nikhil and Aditi. Inseparable friends from school, college to present. Nikhil had always been the glue that held their trio together. Since childhood, he’d been the peacemaker, the secret-keeper, and the one who never let misunderstandings linger. When Aditi and Arvind began seeing each other during college, it was Nikhil who orchestrated moments ofContinue reading “The Road Back”
Crazy
I’m crazy, crazy for feeling so blue Crazy, I’m crazy for feeling so lonely I know you loved me as long as you wanted And then some day you’d leave me For somebody new Crazy, Jess Sharon The song drifted through the air, the haunting melody wrapping around her like an unwelcome embrace. Jess Sharon’s Crazy seemedContinue reading “Crazy”
Jasmine
The cafe buzzed with its weekend vibe. The clink of cups against saucers and the soft hum of conversation filled the air. The smell of freshly ground coffee mingled with the aroma of jasmine that clung to her scarf. A candle flickered between them, its small flame steady, casting warm light over the polished wood ofContinue reading “Jasmine”
The Dinner
The restaurant sat on the edge of a fading city square, its neon sign flickering weakly in the winter evening. Arjun arrived first, his heavy coat wrapped tightly around his frame. The years had not been kind to his once-athletic build, though his thick salt-and-pepper hair and thick black framed glasses, gave him an airContinue reading “The Dinner”
Jacob’s Basement
Jacob lived alone at the edge of a forest no one cared to name, in a house that had forgotten what it meant to be a home. It stood lonely and decrepit, almost like a skeleton with loose skin. The walls of the house had never seen a second coat of paint ever since itsContinue reading “Jacob’s Basement”
Moments
The café sat at the corner of a sleepy street, its wide windows fogged with the breath of winter. Inside, the air was warm and rich with the scent of coffee and croissants. The walls were a patchwork of faded photographs and shelves cluttered with mismatched books, the kind no one really read but couldn’tContinue reading “Moments”
The Table By The Window
The café sat tucked in a quiet corner of the city, the kind of place where the hum of life seemed softer, where time stretched lazily, curling around steaming cups of coffee and the rustle of newspapers. It was where two strangers met—every day, almost—but never quite. He sat by the window. She sat byContinue reading “The Table By The Window”
Three Shadows (concluding part)
As dawn broke over the city, the hospital room remained shrouded in an oppressive silence. The monitors surrounding Raagini’s bed emitted faint, rhythmic beeps, a fragile reminder of the life that clung on. Outside, a new day began for the bustling city, but for those entwined in this tragedy, time seemed to stand still. InContinue reading “Three Shadows (concluding part)”
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