Aarti was a young woman from a small town had always dreamed of becoming a successful businesswoman. From a young age, she had been passionate about fashion and design. But as she grew older, she faced constant doubts—both from her own mind and from those around her. Her parents, though supportive, believed in traditional careers. […]
In a small village, there lived two neighbours, Ramesh and Shyam. Their homes stood next to each other, and both men were known for their hard work and honesty. But there was something that always sparked disagreement between them—an old mango tree that stood right in the middle of their shared backyard. The tree had
Maneka stormed out of the conference room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her hands trembled as she gripped her phone, dialling furiously. “Riya, can you believe this?” she hissed the moment her friend picked up. “That idiot Karan completely ruined the presentation! And Meera—useless, as always—didn’t have the right data. I had
Aman and Rohan had built their advertising agency from scratch, turning it into a powerhouse of creativity. But lately, their success had come at a cost—their partnership was unravelling. Clashes over creative direction had turned every meeting into a battlefield, their arguments ringing through the sleek, glass-walled office like war cries. One evening, after a
In the small village of Rangpur, lived a young woman named Lisa. She loved colours—bright, deep, soulful. As a child, she would spend hours painting the village scenes, capturing the golden fields, the blue sky, and the playful birds with strokes of magic on her canvas. But life had different plans for her. When she
In the quiet village of Bhavpur, where the river whispered to the mango trees, lived a young farmer named Raju. He had strong hands, a determined heart, and a restless mind. Every morning, he woke before the sun, worked tirelessly in his fields, and yet, at the end of each season, his crops were disappointing—weak,
In the small village of Sonapur, lived Meera. She was kind-hearted, always the first to help a neighbour, feed a stray, or sing lullabies to crying children. But despite her goodness, a silent ache lived in her heart—she longed for love, a love that never seemed to find her. Every evening, as the village settled
Amidst the bustling chaos of the Central Business District of Kolkata, two chai vendors, Rahul and Amit, worked side by side. Both made marvellous tea. Every morning, as the city awoke to the clatter of trams and hurried footsteps, the aroma of boiling tea leaves and spices filled the air around their modest stalls. Yet,
Prem sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the flickering tube light. His head throbbed, not just from exhaustion but from the sheer weight of everything he carried. His father’s business was failing, his younger sister’s education depended on him, and his job barely covered their household expenses. On top of it, he
Purnima wiped her hands on the kitchen towel, staring at the closed bedroom door. Last night’s fight with Rajat still echoed in her mind—his sharp words, her cold silence. The house felt like a battlefield, frozen in the aftermath of war. She sighed, stepping onto the balcony. The morning sunbathed the city in gold, the