Romance

She was my Curse
Once upon a time, in a land filled with sunshine and sweet-smelling flowers, lived a young man named Rohan. He had a kind heart and a smile that could brighten even the cloudiest of days. One day, as he strolled through a bustling marketplace, his eyes fell upon a woman of breathtaking beauty. Her name was Anya, and her laughter sounded like the gentle tinkling of bells.
By Urooj Khanabout a year ago in Chapters
I was shocked to see him
a moment, susImagine pended in time. The air might have been still, or perhaps a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. The world continued its steady hum, unaware of the small earthquake that just registered in my heart. And then, there he was. "Him." Just that single pronoun, yet it carries the weight of a thousand unspoken memories, a tapestry woven with threads of shared laughter, perhaps a touch of sorrow, or maybe even a lingering question mark.
By Urooj Khanabout a year ago in Chapters
My Heart Will Go On
Ah, "My Heart Will Go On," a song that still resonates deeply with so many! It's much more than just a beautiful melody; it's a story in itself, wrapped in emotion and memory. Let's take a closer look at what makes this song so enduring.
By Urooj Khanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Echoes of Mokgoro Hill
In the shadow of Mokgoro Hill, the land baked under an unrelenting sun, and the wind whispered as though it had secrets it would never tell. The village of Serowe was a place where time walked slowly, and nothing ever happened. Until something did.
By Louise Noel about a year ago in Chapters
The Wind Knows My Name
The road curved like a ribbon unraveling through the hills, trees blurring into emerald brushstrokes as the truck sped forward. She leaned out the window, her hair whipping violently behind her, eyes half-closed, lips slightly parted. It was freedom — or something close to it. And it had taken her too long to arrive here.
By Tayla higstonabout a year ago in Chapters
Jasson Dominguez belts three homers as Yankees roll past A's
Jasson Dominguez Belts Three Homers as Yankees Roll Past A's OAKLAND, CA — Jasson Dominguez delivered a performance for the ages on Friday night, smashing three home runs and driving in six runs to lead the New York Yankees to a dominant 10–3 victory over the Oakland Athletics at the Coliseum.
By Rasel Ahmedabout a year ago in Chapters
Roundball Rocked: With NBA Return Looming, NBC Purges Scripted Roster
NBC is making a significant shift in its programming strategy as it prepares for the return of NBA broadcasts in the 2025–26 season. The network is reportedly reducing its scripted content to accommodate a robust slate of live basketball coverage, marking a major pivot in its primetime lineup.
By Rasel Ahmedabout a year ago in Chapters
1/0: Entries from the End Times
“I’ll quit.” I stopped sipping the rich, white broth directly from the well. “I’ll quit,” Etan repeated through a mouthful of tender dark meat he’d torn from the chicken’s leg. “I’ve let you down twice now, and I’ll be damned – well, I am damned – I’ll be double damned if I do it a third time.” He reached out to place a reassuring hand on my upper arm, but then immediately retracted it as if he were a leper and he didn’t want to infect me with his touch. “I’m telling you, so you’ll hold me to it. I’ll quit.”
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Chapters
The Accidental Love
A FORGOTTEN CHALLENGE (This is chapter 1 of The Accidental Love. Stay tuned for more.) As I walked towards my class today, a faint sense of anxiety settled in my chest. I wasn’t sure why or did I? As soon as I entered the class, my attention turned toward the blackboard, and I knew why I was feeling anxious. It’s the start of our new session – class 10th and every year the teachers used to write the names of the top scorers on the blackboard. Raghav, Advait, Rhea, Tanvi, and Jay. These were the names written on the blackboard. To be honest, I didn’t expect Jay’s name on the blackboard. Not that he was not good at studies, but he was also not one of the top scorers. He was one of those students who always used to crack jokes in the class, never taking anything seriously. And it was not only me, but nobody expected him to perform so well. He had got 9.8 CGPA. Everyone was only talking about him today. As I sat down, I heard Jay and his friends talking.
By Akshitaabout a year ago in Chapters
Beyond Love: A Story of Destiny
Hunfa and Salman’s story began in a small, quiet town, where they had grown up together, side by side, like two halves of a whole. Their bond was undeniable — a friendship that was as old as their memories. From childhood games in the park to late-night talks about their future, they shared everything. Yet, as they grew older, the world outside their little town began to tug at them in different directions. Life, with its responsibilities and expectations, began to pull at the threads of their connection.
By Urooj Khanabout a year ago in Chapters
One Night, One Choice, A Lifetime of Regret
The clock struck 11:48 PM. Rain tapped lightly against the glass windows of Café Azure, muffling the buzz of distant traffic. Inside, Liam stared into the last sip of his lukewarm coffee, trying to read answers in the swirling foam. His phone lay on the table, screen lit with a message that had shattered his carefully built walls: “I’m in town. Can we talk? – Maya” It had been three years since he’d last seen her. Three years since that night—the night when everything changed. Back then, Liam had been at a crossroads. His career had finally taken off; his first novel hit the bestseller list, and New York had come calling. And then there was Maya—his college sweetheart, the girl who loved poetry more than people, who dreamed of quiet beaches instead of bright lights. She asked him to stay. He asked her to come. She didn’t. He left. The choice seemed logical at the time. He was chasing a dream, and she wasn’t part of it. Or so he thought. But dreams have shadows. And in every success, Liam felt a ghost trailing behind—the echo of laughter, the scent of lavender on her scarf, the unsent letters in his drawer. Tonight, she was back. And he didn’t know why. The doorbell above the café jingled, pulling him back to the present. She stepped in slowly, her gaze scanning the dim room before landing on him. The years had left her untouched—same gentle eyes, same hesitant smile. “Hi,” she said, sliding into the seat across from him. He swallowed hard. “Hi.” Silence lingered for a moment. Not awkward—heavy. Full of things unsaid. “I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she said, fiddling with the ring on her finger. “I wasn’t sure either,” he admitted. “You look… the same.” “You don’t,” she said softly. “You look tired.” Liam half-smiled. “Life.” She nodded. “I read your books. All of them.” That surprised him. “Even the ones no one liked?” “Especially those,” she smiled. “They felt more like you.” He wanted to ask her so many things. Why now? Why after all this time? But all he managed was, “Are you happy?” She hesitated, then looked down at her hands. “I was. For a while. Got married. We moved to Italy. It was beautiful… until it wasn’t.” Liam’s chest tightened. “I’m sorry.” She shrugged. “We grew apart. He wanted children. I wanted quiet. He found someone else who didn’t.” She looked up. “And you?” He laughed bitterly. “I have everything I thought I wanted. Fame, money, city views. But I still wake up sometimes, wondering what life would’ve been like… if I hadn’t walked away.” Maya’s eyes glistened, but she didn’t look away. “I wondered that too.” The rain outside grew heavier, and for a moment, they sat in a shared silence—both aware that this was a rare moment life had offered, and it wouldn’t come again. “I came back,” she said finally, “because I needed to know. Did we make the right choice that night?” Liam didn’t answer right away. He remembered that night vividly—her standing in the doorway, tears welling up but refusing to fall. Her voice trembling as she said, “If you walk out, don’t come back.” And him walking out anyway, pride and ambition clouding everything else. He looked at her now, more woman than girl, more fragile and stronger at once. “I think… we made the only choice we knew how to.” “But was it right?” He thought about that. “Maybe it wasn’t about right or wrong. Maybe it was just timing. And timing can be cruel.” She smiled, a sad, knowing smile. “Would you change it? If you could?” He reached across the table and gently touched her hand. “In a heartbeat.” Her fingers curled slightly around his, a brief touch of something long lost. Then, she pulled away gently. “I’m leaving tomorrow. Just passing through. I didn’t come to rewrite the past, Liam. I just needed to hear it. To know I wasn’t the only one who still wondered.” He nodded, though his throat tightened. “You weren’t.” They stood. No promises. No dramatic declarations. Just two people who had once loved and lost, now sharing a moment of closure. Outside, the rain had stopped. Maya opened her umbrella, gave him one last glance, and walked away into the night. Liam didn’t stop her this time. He watched until her figure faded into the distance. As he turned back, he felt the weight of a thousand memories—but also the strange lightness that comes with finally letting go. Some choices are made in seconds. But their consequences… echo forever.
By M.SUDAIS about a year ago in Chapters
Mr. Village Boy
Mr. Village Boy Episode 1 Written by Iqbal Hossain It was my first day at university. As soon as I walked through the gate— Smack!! — “Hey, you rude boy! Do you feel like bumping into girls on purpose?” I said nothing, just listened. — “And why are you staring like that? Does looking at girls make you freeze or what?” — (Nipa) — “No, I mean… actually, sister…” — (Me) — “Oh! So now I’m your sister, huh?” — (Nipa) — “Come on, Nipa, let it go.” — (Her friend) — “Look at him! Looks like he came straight out of the jungle.” — (Another friend) — “Yeah, you’re right. Boys like this are always like that.” — “Let’s go, we’re already late.” — (Nipa) — “Yeah, let’s not waste time talking to these ‘village boys.’” — (Friend) As soon as Nipa said “let’s go,” they all left, and I just stood there. Honestly, I wasn’t even staring at her. I was walking on my side, and she suddenly bumped into me. And yet, I got slapped and scolded for it. I was left wondering—what exactly did I do wrong? Nothing felt good after that. First day at university, and this is my welcome! Anyway, I needed to find my classroom first. Then I’d figure everything else out. After a lot of effort, I found the classroom and walked in— — “Hey look, look! The village boy is our classmate!” — (Friend, laughing) — “No one sit next to this guy.” — (Nipa) I couldn’t figure out why this girl had it out for me so suddenly. Maybe she just didn’t want me to sit anywhere, or maybe there were no seats, so she was trying to push me out. Still, I decided to walk up to the front and sit. — “Hey ‘village boy,’ didn’t I tell you not to sit near us?” — (A guy) — “Well, I mean… there’s no empty seat, so I thought I’d sit here.” — (Me) — “So what if there’s no empty seat? Go sit on the floor at the very back.” — (Nipa, laughing) — “But there’s a seat here.” — (Me) — “Why do you talk so much?” — (Guy next to me) — “Nipa’s the richest girl in this university. If she wants, she can have you kicked out. So just do as she says.” — (Guy) — “Okay, okay… I’ll go sit on the floor in the back. But please ask her not to make a scene.” — (Me) — “Good boy! Now you get it!” — (Nipa) — “Yeah, yeah…” — (Me) — “Go sit on the floor. Who knows what Nipa will do otherwise.” — (Guy) I quietly went and sat on the floor. As soon as I sat, everyone started laughing— — “Nipa, you totally made him your puppet!” And they kept laughing… I felt my head bowing lower, burning with embarrassment. Just then, a girl said— — “If you want, you can sit next to me.” — (Girl next to me) As soon as she said that, I hurried over and sat beside her. The others kept joking— — “Look, one ‘village girl’ called the ‘village boy’ to sit beside her!” — “What a match! The village girl and village boy sitting together!” And right at that moment, Nipa said— To be continued... If you like it, let me know — I’ll post the next episode! ---
By Story writesabout a year ago in Chapters