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Unspoken Love
Chapter 2: Secrets We Couldn’t Keep They never meant to hurt anyone. Lita and Dendy began meeting in secret. Late-night calls. Quiet texts. A stolen glance when no one was looking. For once, Lita felt seen—understood. Dendy made her feel like she mattered.
By me funny2 years ago in Chapters
Unspoken Love
Lita, a fourth-semester college student, had a charm that was hard to miss. Petite, fair-skinned, and always smiling, she exuded warmth that made people feel at ease. She was approachable, cheerful, and well-liked by both friends and admirers. But everything changed when she joined a vacation trip with her mother’s friends.
By me funny2 years ago in Chapters
The Day the Sky Changed
No one else seemed to notice when the sky changed. Maybe that was because it didn’t shift from blue to red, or drop lightning bolts like in the movies. It was subtle, quiet—like the difference between a smile and a sigh. But to Ellie, it was everything.
By Storyteller2 years ago in Chapters
A Girl and Her Dog
The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden hue over the sleepy town of Everpine. On the edge of this quiet village stood a small cottage, where eleven-year-old Clara lived with her grandfather. It was a simple life—fresh eggs in the morning, dusty library books in the afternoon, and endless skies to dream under at night. But Clara’s heart carried a quiet ache: a loneliness she didn’t know how to name.
By Storyteller2 years ago in Chapters
The Way You Looked at Me"
Aanya was a quiet girl who loved books, rain, and the smell of fresh flowers. She lived in a small town where everyone knew each other. Her days were simple—working at the library, helping her mother at home, and walking alone under the old trees by the river. Kabir was new in town. He had moved from the city to start fresh. Tired of the noise and fast life, he wanted peace. He opened a little coffee shop near the library, not knowing it would change his life. One rainy afternoon, Aanya walked into his shop. She looked around, shy and curious. Kabir noticed her right away. She had a calm smile and held a book close to her chest, as if it were her best friend. “Hi, what can I get you?” Kabir asked with a warm smile. “Just a tea, please,” she said softly. From that day, she started coming often. She would sit by the window, sip her tea, and read. Kabir would watch her from the counter, smiling to himself. He wanted to talk to her, but something always held him back. One day, he gathered the courage. “What are you reading?” he asked. She looked up, surprised, then smiled. “It’s a love story.” “Do you believe in love stories?” he asked, curious. “I’m not sure,” she replied. “But I like the idea of two people finding each other.” That small talk turned into longer conversations. They started sharing stories, laughing at silly jokes, and learning about each other’s lives. Aanya found comfort in Kabir’s presence. He was kind, calm, and listened to her like no one else ever had. Kabir felt the same. Aanya was gentle, thoughtful, and made him see the world in a softer way. He looked forward to her visits, her voice, her smile. Days turned into weeks. One evening, Kabir closed his shop early. He had an idea. “Will you go on a walk with me?” he asked Aanya. She nodded, her heart beating a little faster. They walked under the trees by the river, where Aanya always went alone. But now, she wasn’t alone. Kabir was by her side. The leaves rustled in the breeze, and the sky turned golden. “It’s beautiful here,” Kabir said. “I come here when I want to think,” Aanya replied. “What do you think about?” he asked. She paused. “Love. Life. If someone out there is meant for me.” Kabir stopped walking and looked at her. “Maybe that someone is already here.” Aanya looked into his eyes. She saw honesty, care, and something she had never felt before—love. From that moment on, they were together. Not in a loud, movie-like way. But in a quiet, deep way. They supported each other, laughed together, and found joy in simple things—sunsets, tea, books, and long walks. People in the town noticed how they changed. Aanya smiled more. Kabir sang while he made coffee. They brought light into each other’s lives. One rainy evening, much like the day they met, Kabir held Aanya’s hand and said, “You once said you weren’t sure if love stories were real. Do you believe now?” She smiled. “Yes. I believe in ours.” He pulled out a small ring and said, “Then let’s write the rest of our story—just you and me.” Aanya said yes, tears in her eyes, heart full. They didn’t need grand things. Their love was made of small moments, quiet talks, shared dreams, and the promise of forever. And so, in the little town, by the river, with books and coffee and rain, their love story lived on. Just you and me.
By Silent Lessons2 years ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 05)
Maya's mind was spinning. With every step she took, she felt like she was being pulled deeper and deeper into a labyrinth of realities she wasn't sure she was ready for. James had urged her to leave, but something inside of her compelled her to believe that she had no choice but to uncover the final truth, no matter what.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul2 years ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 04)
Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she was teetering on the edge of something enormous—something that could annihilate everything she had ever known about her mother, and even herself. She walked rapidly down the streets, the notebook Daniel had given her held tightly under her arm, its weight now a constant reminder that the truth was at last within her reach.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul2 years ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 03)
Maya could not get the letters, the photographs, and the man in the photos—Daniel—out of her head. Her mother had never spoken about him, not even once, yet here was evidence. These were no ordinary letters; they were confessions, heartbreaking admissions of a love that had remained hidden for years.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul2 years ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 02)
Maya couldn't help but feel that the walls of the house were closing in on her. The letter she had just read left her gasping, the burden of her mother's secret weighing heavily on her breast. Who was her mother really? And what kind of life had she lived that she had kept hidden for so long?
By Bari Mir Rahamatul2 years ago in Chapters
Squid Game
The city of Vastoria had always been a place of contradictions. Wealth and poverty lived side by side, and the bright lights of the city’s skyscrapers cast long shadows on the destitute lives of its forgotten citizens. For every luxurious car that zoomed through the streets, there were ten people on the sidewalks, struggling to survive. But no one felt the weight of despair more than those who lived on the fringes of society—the outcasts, the forgotten, the ones who had no chance at a better life.
By MR SHERRY2 years ago in Chapters
What is Islam? — A Path of Peace, Surrender, and Light
Islam is a complete way of life. It is not just a religion; rather, it offers guidance in every aspect of human life—personal, social, political, economic, and moral. The word Islam is derived from the Arabic root “Salam,” which means peace, and “Aslama,” which means to surrender or submit. Thus, Islam means surrendering oneself completely to the will of Allah (God) and living a peaceful life following His commands.
By Muhammad Hidayatullah2 years ago in Chapters
Into the Wilds of Amazonia
Chapter 1: The Journal The rain had been relentless that morning. A thick, heavy mist hung in the air, blurring the view of the bustling city of Rio de Janeiro below. Alex Carter sat in the attic of his family’s old house, surrounded by boxes of forgotten memories. His great-grandfather, Ethan Carter, had been a legendary explorer—a man who had vanished into the heart of the Amazon jungle more than thirty years ago, never to return.
By Safiullah Yousufzai2 years ago in Chapters