The Boy Who Borrowed Time – Part 2
That night, Arin could not sleep. The strange man's words kept repeating in his mind: “Every hour you borrow… must one day be returned.” Arin placed the old pocket watch on his table and stared at
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Title: The Watch
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 The lecture hall in the old humanities building smelled faintly of polished wood and chalk. Afternoon light slanted through tall windows, catching motes of dust above the rows of tiered
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The Obsession With Damin
This post is for all the people sitting here like vultures, waiting for the “tea” about a particular person. Yes. This is about Damin. First of all, why the hell are you all so obsessed with him? Why
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The Boy Who Borrowed Time
Imagine a crowd sitting quietly around a fire… the night is calm, the stars are bright, and everyone is waiting for a story. So listen carefully, because this one is strange. Long ago, in a small v
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The Extra Message
I knew I was never the important one. Not because you said it. But because of small things. I was always the one starting the conversations. Always the one asking *“Did you reach home?”* Always the
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When love needed no secret -2
After breakfast, the house slowly emptied. The boys grabbed their bags and left for school, their voices fading down the road like they always did. The gate closed, and the house returned to its usual
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A Siren’s Touch Was All It Took…
I met a woman. It was no ordinary woman—rather an all-consuming force that grabbed me once and never let go. I could feel the scent of her long locks of brown hair every second she was near, the way
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CLANDESTINE (Romantic Comedy)
In his teens, Cassian realized he was gay, and that he fell in love with a hot guy the same gender he was! Cassian spied on the other's online friend group, payed attention to that person's every move
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A twist have changed ever🥰
The Rain That Changed Everything In the crowded city of Mumbai lived a quiet boy named Aarav. He worked at a small publishing office and spent most of his days reading stories written by others, secre
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Cramp Relief
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 The hotel room door clicked shut behind us like a trap snapping closed. I dropped my bag on the carpet and stared at the single king bed dominating the center of the space. Floor-to-ceili
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When love needed no secret
She often wondered when her life stopped feeling like her own. It didn’t happen all at once. There was no thunder, no dramatic breaking point. Just a slow, silent erosion—like waves wearing down a sho
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Chiaroscuro
The air in Sakshi’s attic studio was thick with the scent of turpentine, linseed oil, and the approaching summer storm. Ayush stood by the tall Victorian window, his Leica hanging forgotten around hi
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Chiaroscuro
The air in Sakshi’s attic studio was thick with the scent of turpentine, linseed oil, and the approaching summer storm. Ayush stood by the tall Victorian window, his Leica hanging forgotten around hi
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Degrees of Love
Shreya spent her last year of college in the quiet tension of Classroom 4B. Her professor, Raj, was the same star athlete from three years ahead of her in high school—the boy she admired from afar but
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The red corridor
The bus hadn't even reached the Similipal gates before the air inside turned sour. I sat in the back row, using my camera lens as a barrier between me and the forty-nine other Class 12 students who we
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Falling in love
Love is one of the most mysterious and powerful forces in human life. It cannot be seen, touched, or measured, yet its presence can transform everything within a person. When love enters the heart, it
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❤️
She loved him the way a quiet prayer loves the lips that never speak it, softly, secretly, faithfully. Every morning her heart woke carrying his name like a fragile piece of sunlight, and every night
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A new journey
Hi, I'm a new writer here I've already started my work on writing a chat story I hope it would reach as many people who are curious in reading detective, suspense and magic related stories. So the nam
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Freedom
Freedom Freedom is a word that feels light like the wind, yet it carries a weight that every heart understands differently. Some people see freedom as the ability to do anything they want, while other
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The series of spreading positivity: It's not the same everyday.
Very often, I find myself saying, it's not the same everyday in terms of difficulty. Was it supposed to be the same? Was it supposed to be monotonous? If so then life would have been dull and most peo
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