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You Are What You Eat—and that doesn’t just apply to food. That’s what Rohan often believed, especially when it came to the information people fed their minds. He saw it clearly in his longtime friend Kabir. The two friends often met at a local tea stall after work to discuss their day. Childhood friends with […]

In the quiet village of Madhavpur, the famous martial arts school run by Master Shankar was known for producing warriors with both strength and wisdom. Among his students was Veer, a young fighter with incredible skill and strength. Veer had earned a reputation in his village as the strongest fighter, but he had one flaw—his

Ajay was the kind of man everyone feared in the neighbourhood. As a local gangster, his name alone sent shivers down people’s spines. He was tough, unforgiving, and always had his way—no matter what the cost. Most people avoided eye contact with him, and those who dared cross his path regretted it soon after. His

Mrinal’s life had once been simpler. He grew up in a small town where the mornings were slow, and the evenings were spent with family, sipping chai on the veranda. But life changed dramatically when he moved to the city for work. He landed a job in a high-pressure corporate environment, where deadlines were constant,

Harmony Heights, was a tall residential apartment complex in Delhi. Once a vibrant community known for its friendly neighbours and lively gatherings, the complex had recently fallen into conflict. Tensions over parking spots, noise, and minor disagreements had created an atmosphere of distrust. Neighbours barely exchanged greetings in the corridors, and laughter had become a

The streets of Mumbai were always alive with noise and activity, in this din lived a young boy named Anand. He was only twelve years old and had no home to call his own. Anand had once lived with his parents in a chawl, but after his father lost his job, life became difficult. Unable

Sekhar, a 7th Class student, sat at the back of the classroom, head low, dreading the moment his teacher would call on him. His notebook was full of scribbles and scratched-out words, a mess of half-finished sentences. Words on the blackboard looked like a jumble of letters, and his heart pounded every time the teacher

Healing Magic doesn’t always come with chants or rituals. Sometimes, it arrives quietly—through presence, patience, and a cup of tea. In a historical city, amidst the shadows of ancient forts, there stood a prison known for housing the most hardened criminals. Surinder was one among them. His name was once spoken with fear. He had

In a small village by the river, there once lived a man named Raghav. But unlike most, Raghav was feared and hated by all. Years ago, Raghav had committed unforgivable acts. He cheated the poor farmers of their hard-earned money, leaving them with barren fields and empty stomachs. One stormy night, in a drunken rage,

Holi was just around the corner, and excitement buzzed through the air in the apartment complex. Ranita and Samia, two friends in the complex, were preparing for the festival. Ranita was known for her careful nature; she liked to plan everything. Samia, on the other hand, was spontaneous and thrived on chaos. She was ready