Pritha was a passionate young woman, and social media was her battleground, a place where she vented her anger at everything wrong in the world. Corruption, environmental destruction, gender inequality—her feed was a relentless tirade against injustice. Her posts were often filled with strong words and sharp judgments, her fingers itched to type out her …
Maneka prided herself on being a devoted mother. For her, parenting meant shielding Parna, her 16-year-old daughter, from every danger the world could throw at her. But Maneka’s devotion came with rules—strict, stifling rules. Maneka made every decision for her—from the clothes she wore to the books she read. As Parna grew older, Maneka’s grip …
Preeti had always been the queen bee of her college friend group—the planner, the leader, the one they all seemed to rely on. She chose the cafés, the road trips, and even the music they listened to on their weekend outings. It made her feel special, needed, like she held the group together. But as …
Gaurav had built his business empire through sheer grit and tireless work, but also through an iron-fisted approach. His motto was simple: control or lose. And for years, that approach seemed flawless. But as his business empire grew, so did his insecurities—the fear of being outmanoeuvred, the dread of falling from the top. His once-unbreakable …
Anita was exhausted. She had spent the entire day juggling work, household chores, and cooking for her family. By evening, her patience was running thin. Her ten-year-old son, Ronik, had left his room in a complete mess, and this was the third time that week. Clothes were scattered on the floor, toys were everywhere, and …
Sheela prided herself on being the one in control. To her, a perfect marriage meant that everything had to be just right—and she would ensure that it was, no matter the cost. Anand, her husband, had learned this lesson the hard way. From the moment they got married, Sheela had made it clear: everything would …
Pranati had always dreamed of a peaceful life after marriage, but reality was far from what she imagined. Her husband, Vishal, was a man of few words but many rules. The smallest mistake—an undercooked roti, a misplaced shirt, or an untidy living room—would make him explode in anger. His shouting echoed through their home like …
Colonel Rajveer Singh stood tall in his uniform; his chest filled with pride as he looked over the valley. He had spent his life serving the Indian Army, earning respect for his sharp mind and brave heart. But today, anger burned in his eyes. A small mission had failed earlier in the week. A handful …
Dilip slammed the car door shut as he drove home after yet another gruelling day at the office. His head throbbed with stress. He knew what awaited him: his father’s endless questions about bills and responsibilities, and his mother’s silent stares, wondering when her son would sit down to eat with them like before. He …
The village of Chandpur was once a serene, quiet place, but now it had become a boiling pot of rebellion. Taxes had skyrocketed, and the king’s soldiers patrolled the streets like hawks. For months, the villagers tried to make their voices heard. When no one listened, they rose in defiance. Chandpur’s streets echoed with chants, …