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Professor Siddharth Joshi was known throughout the university for his brilliance—and his temper. He was the kind of teacher who expected nothing less than perfection from his students. His sharp words and quick temper had become almost legendary in the corridors. But what once made him unforgettable now made him unapproachable—and in the eyes of […]

Dhanraj was a painter known for his bold, striking work. His canvases were filled with intense colours and chaotic strokes that seemed to leap out at anyone who looked at them. People admired his art, often saying it was alive with emotion. But Dhanraj knew the truth. His paintings came from his anger. It started

Ramesh Prasad ran his household the way he ran his small electronics shop—with strict rules, sharp words, and no tolerance for mistakes. His booming voice echoed through the house, leaving everyone on edge. His wife, Meena, always rushed to do his bidding, while his children, Anuj and Neha, silently obeyed, fearful of his temper. One

Reeta had always been a hard worker. Fresh out of college, she joined a big corporate firm in Mumbai, dreaming of success. But no matter how much effort she put in, her colleagues never seemed to respect her. They gossiped, ignored her ideas in meetings, and took credit for her hard work. At first, Reeta

Two young women, Neela and Meghna, were very dear friends. Neela had a heart full of compassion, always quick to empathize with others. Meghna, on the other hand, though compassionate, believed in the strength of acceptance and the importance of addressing wrongs head-on. One sunny afternoon, a controversy stirred in their society. Aisha, a newcomer

In a cozy sunlit room, Aparna and Brajesh sat across their family counsellor, the tension palpable. Their marriage, felt like a battlefield, and today they were on the brink of divorce. Aparna spoke first, her voice thick with emotion. “Brajesh never listens to me! He’s always out with his friends, leaving me to handle everything

Are you sliding into a place so dark you don’t even realize it? Gopal sat in the corner of the correctional home, staring blankly at the walls. It had been five years since he was caught trying to murder his cousin in a fit of rage. Family feuds had always been part of his life—land

Stay in control. That was something Ratan had never truly mastered. His temper had followed him through life like a shadow—flaring up in arguments, ruining relationships, and finally exploding in the middle of the office. It started when Mr. Dokania, his manager, asked to speak about a delayed project. The tone was respectful. “Ratan, we

It was past midnight in a small town when Robu slipped into the small house of an elderly woman. Known for his quick hands and nimble feet, he believed this would be an easy target. The rumours had it that she lived alone and kept money stashed somewhere. As he made his way into the

Vishal had always thought of himself as a loving husband, but over the past few months, his marriage to Shephali had grown increasingly strained. Every small disagreement seemed to spiral into long periods of silence. Shephali’s way of handling conflicts was to withdraw completely, refusing to speak for days. Vishal felt lost every time this