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Wood Smoke: Nature’s Rustic Scent
Rugged white fragments crash to the dirt, settling on the wood stacked below the cabin’s frosted window. Fuel for the, as it were, remaining supply of warmth since the control ran out.
By Mohammed 2 years ago in Fiction
An Evening Encounter Part 2
Heer knocked on the door fearfully.. then a middle aged man opened the door.. and as soon as he opened the door he shouted... can't you see the time?? Be thankful your aunt is not here otherwise she would have been outside... But after seeing that hero-like man with Heer, he kept his mouth shut. That uncle is my boss, the owner of Group Industries. Heer said making an excuse. Well.. well the one who appears on TV. Yes uncle.. Come inside sir... Heer's uncle said looking at the rich man. No... thanks, I came to drop Heer in the bus, Miss Heer, I am leaving. You come to the office tomorrow... Saying this, Dev took his Range Rover and left. Heer's uncle looked at Heer angrily and said... Firstly, it is night time... moreover, this is not the way to be with a boy, Heer. You know your aunt's nature, right?? It is good that Sarla has gone somewhere. Go and do the work that is left, otherwise when your aunt comes, she will kill you if she comes to know. Heer quietly went inside the house. Heer was a normal girl who grew up in a village environment. But she was educated very well. After her father and mother died, her aunt and uncle brought her here in greed for land. Heer was like an angel. And the other one was Dev Randhawa, in whose name companies and restaurants were run, the most eligible bachelor and a well-known name in the world of business. Heer was an employee in his company. The night was getting darker. There was a deep silence all around. Dev was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. And Kalpana was of only one face, his heart was chanting her name. Every person falls in love once in his entire life. He too had fallen in love. But don't know why, when he came to know about love, he was surprised as well as happy. At the same time, the feeling of happiness had brought peace to his heart. But a thought came to his mind.. Am I burning with a one sided feeling?? Because whenever he came close to her, Heer used to shy away from him. Dev always came close to her but she used to run away. Heer was so beautiful that anyone would fall in love with her. But Dev was not like everyone else. He had fallen in love with Heer's heart and not her beauty. Heer came home and completed all the work. His fatigue was killing him. But Heer did not want to face aunty's anger at all. Heer's uncle and aunt lived in Mumbai city. Who had only one daughter and son. Daughter Riya and son Soham. Riya was younger than Heer. But from her words and face, Heer looked years younger than her. By the time Heer finished all the work, it was 9 o'clock in the night. Ever since Heer came here. Since then Sarla started taunting him. While getting up, sitting, sleeping, waking up, he had only one thing to say. Taunting Heer. Heer was fed up now. His parents had taught him to live with his head held high. Don't be a burden on anyone. Now Sarla aunty started crying in front of Heer because of the responsibilities of her children. Riya, your father also made his niece sit on my chest to spread the moong. Mumbai's expenses are not easy. A young son, a daughter and their marriages and marriages. And the expenses of their education are separate. Firstly, we did not know how we were supporting ourselves. On top of that, the only daughter of the deceased brother and sister-in-law also had to be brought here and buried before us. I am telling you that we don't have that much money. We will bear the expenses of this also. Find your own account. Aunty was talking to Riya. But the topic of the conversation was Heer. After listening to aunty, the morsel going to Heer's mouth stopped right there. Went. Her parents had fed her with dignity. Whenever she insisted on something, she would agree. Heer's house was not very big even in the village. It was a small house. It had a small courtyard with two rooms and Heer's favourite place in the corner of the courtyard. A bougainvillea vine on which red and white flowers bloomed. Next to it was a jasmine tree on which white jasmine flowers bloomed. Whose fragrance filled the house. Heer never insisted on anything in life. She only wanted to study in an English medium school. Her parents agreed to her insistence. Heer had completed her MBA. Heer's father had only one brother. Whom her mother used to call... You have an uncle and aunt. But her uncle and aunt never came. Neither to meet her nor to her house. Heer's life was going on like a dream. She would come home from college and sit in her small house with a veranda and talk to her mother for hours. In the evening, everyone would eat together. But good times don't last long. It was an evening when Heer was sitting under the vines of her garden after taking a bath. Heer always used to say that whenever flowers bloom in her garden, they are a symbol of goodness. But today no flower had bloomed in her garden.
By Hakan2 years ago in Fiction
An Evening Encounter
"An Evening Encounter Part 1 Knock... Knock... She had just closed her eyes after resting her head on the back of the chair for two minutes. Just then Dev started hitting his finger on the desk beside her. She opened her eyes nervously... Miss Heer, there are a lot of files right now. You have to complete the entire file and give it to me. Heer cursed in her mind and said angrily... Oh, today aunty will surely kill me. Sir, but I... No... Miss Heer, I want everything right now, saying this he kept the files ahead and moved towards his cabin. Heer looked at the time, it was 5 in the evening. Please God, please save me today. Aunty had said to come before 5. And Heer, you are still sitting here. Thinking this, Heer's hands started moving faster on the file. Heer got all the work done quickly. It was 6 in the evening and Heer knocked on the office door... Dev gestured Heer to come inside and said to her in a very relaxed tone... Please sit down Miss Heer. But sir I was saying that I should go now as it is quite late. My aunt must be waiting for me. When do I have to stop you for a lifetime?? Sit for a while and relieve your tiredness. Tea is about to arrive. Sir, I will drink tea on the bus when I reach home. Please don't stop me. Despite Heer's repeated refusals, Dev stopped her. Tea arrived in a short while. Heer gulped down the hot tea quickly. Shall we go now Sir??? While Dev had not even finished half of his tea yet. Yes... Miss Heer it seems you are in a hurry, let's go. Heer said to herself that today my aunt will take away all my tea. Saying this, Heer started moving forward, then seeing Dev walking with her, Heer said... Sir, where are you...?? Let me drop you off Miss Heer... will you go alone at this time? No sir, I will go, Heer said with difficulty. No, come with me. Heer got up in anger and started to leave. She had no choice. As soon as Dev opened the door and came out, Heer started to take in Dev's scent. Dev was unaware of this and was watching her do all this. Dev said from behind. Miss Heer, please leave some oxygen for us too. In a short while both of them were sitting in the car. Sitting next to Dev was nothing less than a dream for Heer because Dev was very handsome. Heer felt embarrassed. Sitting in the car, Heer started thinking that it was already 6 in the evening and on top of that my aunt was going to take my life today along with the boy. Thinking this, Heer started moving towards her destination. Heer's nervousness was clearly visible in the car too. What happened Miss Heer? The AC is not working properly? Dev said this knowingly. Otherwise Sir, it is working fine... Well, it doesn't look like that after seeing you sweating, that's why I was asking. Understanding the meaning of Dev's words, Heer became embarrassed. Why are you so scared??? I am not going to eat you up?? No...no...no sir, I was just looking for an excuse. Never mind… Dev said while enjoying her condition. Dev was laughing at Heer's words in his mind. The luxurious car stopped in a common colony. As soon as Dev and Heer got down, Heer did not see anything and started running towards the house quickly. Miss Heer... just then Dev shouted. Then Heer looked back. Hey Miss Heer, you did not even ask me to come once?? You will not even invite me home??? Heer thought that Dev was just joking. That is why she said it for formality. Yes sir, why not come, come inside... Dev also took full advantage of Heer's condition and while walking with her, said… let's go… come Miss Heer. Heer did not expect at all that Dev would even come home with her, today Dev was giving her shocks continuously. Heer knocked on the door fearfully.. then a middle aged man opened the door.. and as soon as he opened the door he shouted... can't you see the time?? Be thankful your aunt is not here otherwise she would have been outside...
By Hakan2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadows of Love
CHAPTER 1 The Innocence of Youth Mahesh’s life felt like a beautiful dream one filled with love, aspirations, and boundless energy. Growing up in a lively, bustling town, he was the kind of guy who stood out. Tall, athletic, and with a smile that could light up the room, Mahesh was everyone’s favorite. He was a natural leader—on the cricket field, in his classes, and even among friends. His quick wit and unshakable confidence made him the heartbeat of his school.
By SK2 years ago in Fiction
A Post-Christmas Wish The Present from the Future
It was the morning after Christmas, and the last of the wrapping paper had been discarded. The house was still, the glow of holiday lights dimming in the early morning light. Sophie sat on the couch, sipping her coffee, staring absentmindedly at the empty space beneath the Christmas tree. All the gifts had been opened, the holiday chaos was over, and the world seemed to return to its usual, quieter rhythm.
By Madison Zhao Fan Page2 years ago in Fiction
Events are Developing. Top Story - December 2024.
Arlo blew dust off the top of the old cardboard sneaker box; the orange and black design was scuffed and fading. The dust lit up in the rays of early morning light like a crashing wave of sunburst as it scattered into nothingness. He coughed into a fist.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Fiction
When the Clock Strikes Betrayal
The opulent Ravenhurst Manor was alive with the sounds of celebration. Guests mingled in their finest attire, laughter echoing through the grand hall as champagne flowed freely. At the center of it all stood Leonard Huxley, the enigmatic billionaire whose wealth had been built on calculated risks and ruthless ambition. Tonight, however, was not just a celebration; it was a stage for his dominance, a reminder of his unshakable power.
By James2 years ago in Fiction
The Christmas Train: A Journey of Holiday Joy and Magic
The Christmas Train: A Ride to Rediscover the Holiday Spirit As the holiday season approaches, the air fills with a sense of nostalgia and warmth, evoking cherished memories of family gatherings, festive decorations, and the spirit of giving. One of the most enchanting ways to embrace this holiday magic is through a journey on a Christmas train. These special excursions not only transport passengers through picturesque winter landscapes but also rekindle the essence of the holiday spirit, making them a beloved tradition for families and friends alike.
By Dinesh Maurya2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow King's Gambit
Prince Kael had always been an afterthought in the grand schemes of Eldrin’s royal court. As the third son of King Alaric, his days were spent in the shadow of his elder brothers—heir-apparent Darion, the warrior prince, and wise, diplomatic Alden. Kael was the overlooked son, content with quiet evenings in the castle library, far from the weight of responsibility. But all that changed the night the Shadow King came. It was the height of the annual Solstice Feast, the grand hall alive with music, laughter, and the warm glow of chandeliers. Nobles toasted to prosperity, oblivious to the storm brewing beyond the castle walls. Then, as the final toast was raised, the torches flickered.
By Sharif Muideen 2 years ago in Fiction
Last Minute Shopping With Mother
The bustling city was adorned with twinkling lights and festive decorations, creating an atmosphere of holiday cheer and excitement. Amid the joyous chaos, Molly was dragged from one busy store to another by her haggard mother during a last-minute Christmas shopping spree. Molly’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as they walked the crowded sidewalks, while she took in all the holiday sights. They strolled past shop windows adorned with snowmen, reindeer, and shimmering ornaments. The scent of roasted chestnuts filled the air, carols were played on speakers all over town, and a Santa rang a bell on the corner in front of some stores.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Fanfiction: What it means to us?
Let me make the title a bit clearer before I begin with the main context. “Fanfiction: What Does It Mean to Us?” The pronoun “us” has been stressed here. We all, in some way or another, are affected by fiction in general. Fiction is literature that is created from one’s imagination and is not presented as fact, though it may be based on a true story or situation. We all watch movies, read stories, listen to songs, etc. Most of them are fictional. Some popular types are romance (my personal favourite), action-adventure, science fiction, fantasy, speculative fiction, suspense/thriller (my second personal favourite), young adult, new adult, etc. Now here comes a completely new genre, “Fanfiction.”
By A Little Butterfly2 years ago in Fiction
Gwendolyn & The Bandit
Plucking the cracked leathery notebook from the counter Gwendy flipped through the brittle, stained pages. Let’s see… Warts Potion, Puss Potion, Blood Boiler…, Ah here it is. Love Potion. Gwendolyn peered closely, squinting at the squiggled writing. Great Grandma had been almost blind by the time she had finally decided to write down her potions recipes to pass on. Of course, at one hundred and three, bad eyesight was no surprise.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Fiction