Love
Silent Love. AI-Generated.
Rahat was always a quiet, introverted college student who lived in his own world. He never talked much with others, spending most of his time with books and studies. His eyes carried calmness, and his smile was gentle yet reserved. Among friends, he was known for his shyness and composure. And Tisha? She was the light of the entire college. Her bright smile, friendly nature, and kindness made everyone adore her. It was hard for anyone to stay away from her once they met. Her presence had a way of inspiring people. Their first meeting was simple—it happened in the library. Rahat was sitting in a corner, deeply focused on a complex math problem. Tisha was at the next table, making new notes. Suddenly, her book slipped to the floor. Instinctively, Rahat got up and picked it up for her. “Thank you,” Tisha said with a smile. “It’s okay,” Rahat replied shyly. Nothing significant happened that day, but Rahat unknowingly began to feel drawn to her. Her smile, her way of speaking—everything pulled him in. Yet, he kept telling himself, Why would I ever express my feelings to her? From the next day, their friendship began to grow slowly. Rahat often sat near her, and they would work on class assignments together. Sometimes light conversations, sometimes Tisha’s little jokes—everything made Rahat’s heart skip a beat. One day, for a big class project, they were paired as partners. Rahat was nervous at first—he wanted to work with Tisha, but his shyness held him back. Tisha encouraged him instead: “Why worry? It’ll be fun if we do it together.” Through the project, their bond deepened. They started noticing each other’s little habits, the way they laughed, their likes and dislikes—everything. Rahat realized that his feelings had gone beyond friendship, but in front of Tisha, he remained silent. A few months later, the college festival arrived. Under the night sky filled with twinkling stars, the campus was glowing with lights. Rahat felt strangely restless. He had always wanted to be close to Tisha, but tonight, he knew he needed to be brave. Tisha smiled and said, “Come on, let’s go up to the roof. You can see the whole campus from there.” Rahat nodded quietly. They climbed up to the rooftop. The cold wind brushed past them, lights glittering all around. Tisha’s hair danced in the breeze, and Rahat just watched her silently. “You know, Rahat,” Tisha suddenly said, “don’t my eyes look like stars tonight?” Rahat couldn’t reply—his heart was pounding faster than ever. He realized that if he didn’t speak now, he might never get another chance. “Tisha…” Rahat began softly. “I need to tell you something. Maybe I won’t say it perfectly, but I want you to know—I’ve been silently in love with you for a long time.” Tisha stayed quiet for a moment. There was a certain brightness in her eyes. Then she smiled and said, “I… I’ve understood your love. I’ve felt the same way for you too. I just didn’t have the courage to show it.” In that moment, Rahat felt an overwhelming peace. Slowly, they moved closer. Under the rooftop lights and the stars above, they held hands for the first time. No words could match what their hearts were saying. From then on, their relationship became sweeter. They shared classes, projects, little conversations, and laughter. Rahat was always by Tisha’s side, and she filled his life with joy and affection. Their love had started in silence, but now it was clear to everyone. One day, before graduation, Rahat said, “I don’t want our relationship to end with college. I want us to walk through every stage of life together.” Tears of joy welled up in Tisha’s eyes. “That’s exactly what I want. You’re the biggest blessing in my life,” she replied. They began dreaming together. After college, they joined the same university. Every day, they found each other in little moments—studying together, laughing, taking small trips. Years passed, and their love grew even deeper. They learned that silent love never fades; sometimes, the heart is stronger than words. Rahat and Tisha proved that when you find the right person at the right time, love can survive anything. In the final scene, they were sitting together in a small garden, looking up at the sky. Rahat said softly, “I still remember that first moment in the library—that was the start of our story.” Tisha smiled. “And that first book we shared… that’s when our love quietly began.” The shadows lengthened, the wind blew gently. Holding hands, they knew—silent love never dies. The heart always knows that sometimes, feelings speak louder than words. The End.
By Md Bayzid Bostamiabout a year ago in Fiction
"When Beauty Broke His Heart". AI-Generated.
The night was quiet, except for the faint hum of streetlights and the soft patter of rain against the cobblestones. Daniel stood there, his coat damp, clutching a single red rose that had already begun to lose its petals. He didn’t know why he had come back to this place. Maybe it was habit. Maybe it was hope. Or maybe it was the cruel need to stand where it had all begun—and ended. He had met her on a summer afternoon that seemed painted by the hands of a poet. The air was warm, the sun stretched lazily across the sky, and the world felt as if it had slowed down just for them. Her name was Elena. She wore a white dress that moved like whispers in the wind, and her hair shimmered like golden threads in the sunlight. Daniel wasn’t looking for love that day. He wasn’t looking for anything at all. But Elena was the kind of person you didn’t find—you stumbled into her, and she changed the way you saw everything. They first spoke over something trivial. She had dropped a book in the park, and Daniel, without thinking, picked it up and handed it to her. “You read poetry?” he had asked. She smiled, that warm, disarming smile that seemed to undo the knots in his chest. “Only when I need to remember how beautiful the world can be.” From that moment, their lives began to thread together. Days became weeks, weeks became months. They talked about dreams, fears, and the strange little details that make a person unforgettable—like how Elena always smelled faintly of jasmine, or how she laughed with her head tilted back, as if she was sharing the moment with the stars themselves. Daniel loved her quietly at first, afraid of scaring away something so rare. But love has a way of growing louder until it demands to be heard. One autumn evening, under the glow of lanterns strung between old oak trees, he told her. She didn’t say anything right away—just held his hand and leaned against his shoulder. That night, she kissed him for the first time. It should have been the beginning of forever. But life rarely follows the script we write in our hearts. Elena began to drift away in small, almost unnoticeable ways. She answered calls less often. Her laughter didn’t come as easily. She seemed to be somewhere else, even when she was sitting beside him. Daniel told himself it was stress, that she’d come back to him if he just waited. But deep down, he felt the cold wind of loss creeping in. One rainy evening—much like the one he stood in now—she told him the truth. “Daniel,” she whispered, not meeting his eyes, “I can’t stay. I thought I could, but I can’t.” There was no betrayal, no cruelty in her voice. Just a quiet honesty that cut deeper than any sharp word could. She said she loved him, but not in the way that lasts a lifetime. And then she was gone, walking into the rain until she became a blur. Daniel tried to move on. He buried himself in work, in friends, in anything that could fill the hollow space she left behind. But some loves don’t fade; they live like ghosts, haunting the edges of every day. Years later, he would still think of her whenever he passed the park where they met, or when the scent of jasmine drifted by in the wind. He didn’t chase her, didn’t try to pull her back into his life. Love, he realized, wasn’t about holding on—it was about letting go when someone needs to leave. Tonight, standing in the rain with the rose in his hand, he closed his eyes and imagined her one last time—laughing, her hair catching the sunlight. He pictured the way she looked at him that first day, as if she’d known all along that he would carry her memory for the rest of his life. He placed the rose on the park bench where she had once sat, reading poetry. Then he turned away, not in anger, but in quiet acceptance. Some stories are not meant to be endless. Some are beautiful precisely because they end. As he walked away, the rain began to fall harder, washing away the last loose petals of the rose. But in Daniel’s heart, Elena would remain—timeless, untouchable, and forever the beautiful woman who had taught him both the joy and the ache of love.
By Salman Binabout a year ago in Fiction
Starting Over Part 4
Ella hadn't seen Rio in a week. David had tried to send her flowers but they remained on the porch and withered away. Ella went over and knocked on Rio's door softly; three times a day she did. Rio never even cracked the door a bit or looked out of the windows. Ella could only hope that Rio was taking care of herself. David went to Ella's house every day that week to ensure Ella was taking care of herself.
By Samantha J.about a year ago in Fiction
Through a Window
I was sound asleep when a small noise from my window woke me. tap, tap, tick, tick. What on earth was that annoying noise? Was it raining? It was too inconsistent to be rain. I huddled closer to the wall, not knowing what that noise was, maybe it was just a bird. yes, tell yourself it is just a bird. Woodpecker maybe. When suddenly my window rattled, I carefully peered from underneath my covers. Oh, it was just Sam standing on the roof of the house. What the hell, how did he get up here? I walk over and open it up.
By Adrianna M. Braunabout a year ago in Fiction
Dining Out. Runner-Up in Leave the Light On Challenge.
I can remember the exact moment when I realised that my dad was a bad man. It's not a nice place to be at any time of life but as a young kid, it's the worst, I think, because you don't really have the analytical tools to deal with it, tools that, over time, you've gathered and honed with the experience of living. Then you can craft it, whatever it is - the disappointment, the betrayal, the fear, or all of these things combined - into something manageable, that you can look at, at least, and live with.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker Who Stole Tomorrow
The village of Marrowford had always smelled faintly of smoke and rain, a place where the river moved slower than the rest of the world. Nestled at the end of its crooked main street stood Ellis Bramwell’s Clockworks—a narrow shop with dust-speckled windows and a hundred ticking hearts beating in wood, brass, and glass. The villagers came for repairs, but they always left speaking in whispers, for there was something peculiar about Mr. Bramwell.
By Hanifullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Please Don't Leave The Light On. Top Story - August 2025.
Straight, strong, and mud-like coffee keeps us going as we navigate the blinding white, hard-packed gravel road, heading north. We have crossed the sixtieth parallel and use peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches thickly spread on rye bread, along with long strands of red licorice, to stave off hunger without stopping for breaks. For amusement, I stick one end of a string in my mouth, and he takes the other end. We chew it until our cheeks touch. No worries about refrigerating a sandwich with mayonnaise in it, in these cold, below-zero temperatures. The quart-sized stainless thermos of java is shared between us; I drink from the lid, and he slurps out of his oversize Alaska Railroad mug. I've never drunk so much coffee in my life, but we want to get to Anchorage and are driving nonstop from the Lower 48. It's a good thing we both have young bladders and can hold off for five to six hours before taking a potty break.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Fiction
