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This Is the Story of How I Found Her for Him

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Life in my house was always loud. My family? Chaotic, noisy, and sometimes downright bonkers. But there was love. Lots of it. I lived with the Verma family, and if you asked me, I’d say I was the only sane one in the house. Take last Tuesday, for example. Anvesh’s mom was yelling because his dad misplaced the car keys—again. His sister, Aditi, was on the phone with her friends, talking about some celebrity scandal, while their grandma was yelling at the TV during her favorite soap opera. Amidst this madness, Anvesh slipped me a piece of toast. “Here you go, Jimmy. Don’t tell mom,” he whispered. I wagged my tail, grateful for the secret snack. Anvesh was my human. Lazy, according to his parents, but he always took care of me. Since I was a pup, he’s been sneaking me treats, taking me on walks, and giving me belly rubs. Every evening, Anvesh takes me to the park. That’s my favorite part of the day. It’s where I meet my crew: Rocky, a hyperactive Labrador who thinks every stic...
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At Gate A: Where Hearts Departed, and Returned

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Sanjana fidgeted with her seatbelt as the announcement came: “Cabin crew, prepare for landing.” Her heart raced. After two long years in Delhi, she was finally returning to her hometown, Bengaluru. The familiar skyline outside the airplane window sent waves of nostalgia crashing over her. She could almost taste the crispy masala dosa from her favorite corner café, the aroma of a traditional South Indian meal, and the tangy burst of flavors from roadside chaat. Her stomach grumbled in anticipation, and her mouth watered. But it wasn’t just the food—Bengaluru was home, filled with memories that tugged at her heart. She leaned her head against the window and smiled, recalling her mother’s voice echoing through the house, calling her for breakfast, and her father’s laughter as he read the newspaper. Then her mind shifted to her best friend. His face appeared so vividly in her memory, it was as though no time had passed. They’d been inseparable once—partners in crime, confidants...
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The Quiet Flame

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The college campus was a sea of excitement as the student council election campaign reached its peak. Banners flapped in the breeze, chants of "Vote for Veeresh!" echoed across the grounds, and a grand parade snaked its way through the heart of VS Engineering College. At the center of it all was Veeresh Patil, a natural leader from the town's most influential family, soaking up the adoration of the crowd. But Geetha’s attention wasn’t on Veeresh. Her eyes searched for the quieter figure by his side—Anish Sharma. The college topper, a genius in his own right, and Veeresh’s closest ally. Anish was as enigmatic as he was intimidating. His sharp, chiseled features and brooding demeanor earned him a reputation that made most students tread carefully around him. Yet, stories of his unexpected kindness had spread throughout the campus. “Anish?” her classmate Divya had said when Geetha casually brought him up during lunch. “He’s… different. People call him the Karna t...
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The Unseen Strings Only a Mother Notices

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The faint sound of a motorcycle revving in the distance set the stage for what was quickly becoming a dramatic morning in the household. Arjun sat on the couch, fidgeting with a neatly wrapped box, his expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment. His mother, Anitha, loomed over him, arms crossed and her eyes narrowing with playful suspicion disguised as sternness. "Who’s the gift for?" she had asked, her tone sharp but her lips threatening to curve into a smile. Arjun tried to remain calm, though his flushed ears betrayed him. "It’s for a friend," he had replied nonchalantly, hoping to end the conversation. But Anitha was far from convinced. "A friend?" she had repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Since when do you buy your ‘friends’ gifts wrapped with this much care?" From the stairs, Ravi, his father, and Karthik, his younger brother, watched the scene unfold like an entertaining play. Both tried to stifle their laughter as Arjun’s discomfort g...
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The Reserved Symphony

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Anvi’s eyes darted down the road, anxiety growing with each passing second. She was already twenty minutes late. Two buses had already come and gone, each crammed to the brim with passengers hanging precariously from the footboards, leaving no room for anyone else. She bit her lip. An auto would be faster, but she couldn’t justify the extra money today. Five more minutes crawled by until, finally, the 401R bus lumbered into view, still crowded but at least with a bit of breathing room. She made a dash, boarding with a quick flash of her bus pass. Inside, she found herself pressed between a mother clutching her toddler and a group of students loudly sharing jokes. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the jostle of people trying to make space, elbows nudging her side and shoulders brushing past her. The air was thick with the mixed scents of perfume, sweat, and street food from nearby stalls. But Anvi held her ground, clutching the metal railing as the bus lurched forward, her ...
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Threads Of Frost

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Abhay drummed his fingers against the worn wooden tabletop at Auroville Café, a cozy, tucked-away spot in Bengaluru with warm lighting and the smell of freshly ground coffee lingering in the air. His mother had orchestrated this meeting with yet another girl she thought would be perfect for him, and he was more than ready to politely reject and move on. But this time felt different somehow—she hadn’t shown him a picture or dropped any hints, leaving him with a strange mix of irritation and curiosity he couldn’t shake. It was already past 5, and they were supposed to meet at 4:30. Usually, he took his time, knowing the girls his mother arranged would be waiting. But today, as the minutes dragged on, he found himself uncharacteristically on edge. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a soft voice call out his name. “Abhay Rao…?” He turned around, irritation simmering—only to feel it vanish instantly as he met the gaze of a woman with striking grey eyes. For a moment, he fou...
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The Silent Farewell: A Love Left Unspoken

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It was Khushi's wedding day, and the air buzzed with excitement and the sweet chaos of celebration. Colorful marigold garlands decorated every inch of the hall, and the aroma of sandalwood incense mingled with the fragrance of fresh jasmine in her hair. Khushi sat by the sacred fire, her smile radiant, eyes sparkling beneath her veil as the wedding rituals continued in the mantap. The groom, seated next to her, looked equally overjoyed, sharing shy smiles with her in between the chants of the priest. But at the far end of the hall, almost hidden behind the crowd, a pair of eyes sat fixed upon her, not with joy, but with quiet despair. It was Ayush, her best friend, the one who had always been by her side. Today, as Khushi prepared to embark on a new chapter of her life, Ayush's heart ached, each chant striking his soul, wrenching it with bittersweet pain. Ayush had loved Khushi for as long as he could remember. It was a love that had started innocently enough—a protective feeli...
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