The room reeked of antiseptic, despair, and an eerie stillness punctuated by the faint, rhythmic beeps of the machines which were keeping her alive. Raagini Arora, once the epitome of grace and ambition, lay motionless on the hospital bed. Her pale face contrasted sharply with the bruises and bandages that marred her delicate features. TheContinue reading “Three Shadows”
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The Kiss
He rested his head against the pillar and shut his eyes. The tears kept streaming down his face and he didn’t try and stop them. He felt numb at that moment as he felt his body leaning more and more on the pillar. He had seen enough. To see her kiss some other man withContinue reading “The Kiss”
The Hollow Building
The town had always felt small, but something about the building at the edge of it gave it a vast, empty weight. As Raghav stood before the decrepit structure, the peeling paint, the cracked windows, and the cold stone beneath his feet, a strange compulsion pulled him forward. It had been years since he’d thoughtContinue reading “The Hollow Building”
The Last Sip
The café was warm and bustling, a haven for coffee lovers. The air was thick with the scent of roasted beans, mingling with the sweet undertones of pastries just out of the oven. She loved it here, the cozy atmosphere, the hum of conversation, and the comfort of the steam rising from the cups aroundContinue reading “The Last Sip”
The Ticking Clock
The room buzzes with a humming silence, the kind that weighs heavy on your eardrums like pressure at the bottom of the ocean. Two detectives sit across from him at a chipped wooden table, their eyes scanning every twitch, every movement. A digital clock on the wall ticks in sync with the fluorescent light thatContinue reading “The Ticking Clock”
The Last Stop
He had spent the last ten years dragging himself through a life where he was invisible. His wife barely looked at him without complaint, his children forgot his birthdays, his boss saw him as nothing more than a cog in the corporate machine, and even the few people he called friends rolled their eyes atContinue reading “The Last Stop”
Dashami
The fragrance of incense filled the air, and the rhythmic beats of the dhaak reverberated through the bustling pandal. It was Shasti, the first day of Durga Puja, and the city of Kolkata was draped in lights, laughter, and celebration. Abir stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the colourful festivities unfold. He loved theContinue reading “Dashami”
The Meeting
The evening sun was gradually dissolving into the horizon, casting a golden hue over the quaint little cafe that had been their spot. It was tucked away from the hustle of the main street, a place of warmth, intimate corners, and memories that lingered like the faint aroma of coffee beans in the air. HeContinue reading “The Meeting”
Two Worlds
Ananya hadn’t planned on falling in love with the mountains. She had simply needed a break—a pause from the rush of her daily life. Her marriage to Veer was comfortable, steady, and safe. They had built a good life together, full of routine and stability. But lately, something had been missing. The quiet yearning sheContinue reading “Two Worlds”
Moonlight Cabin
Abhishek sat behind the counter of the dilapidated bookstore on College Street, surrounded by dusty piles of forgotten literature. The narrow lanes outside hummed with the chaotic symphony of honking rickshaws, hawkers, and the distant clang of tram bells. The air in North Kolkata was thick with humidity and history, an undercurrent of unspoken tensionContinue reading “Moonlight Cabin”
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