Bari Mir Rahamatul
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Whispers of the Past (Chapter 05)
Maya's mind was spinning. With every step she took, she felt like she was being pulled deeper and deeper into a labyrinth of realities she wasn't sure she was ready for. James had urged her to leave, but something inside of her compelled her to believe that she had no choice but to uncover the final truth, no matter what.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 04)
Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she was teetering on the edge of something enormous—something that could annihilate everything she had ever known about her mother, and even herself. She walked rapidly down the streets, the notebook Daniel had given her held tightly under her arm, its weight now a constant reminder that the truth was at last within her reach.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 03)
Maya could not get the letters, the photographs, and the man in the photos—Daniel—out of her head. Her mother had never spoken about him, not even once, yet here was evidence. These were no ordinary letters; they were confessions, heartbreaking admissions of a love that had remained hidden for years.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 02)
Maya couldn't help but feel that the walls of the house were closing in on her. The letter she had just read left her gasping, the burden of her mother's secret weighing heavily on her breast. Who was her mother really? And what kind of life had she lived that she had kept hidden for so long?
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 01)
Maya stood on the porch of the house she left ten years before. The house she promised herself she would never again set foot in. The house where memories she never wanted to see again were packed away in dusty corners and empty rooms.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Chapters
The Chair Beside the Window
Every evening at exactly 5:30 PM, Grandpa would sit in the old wooden chair near the window. The chair creaked under his weight, but he didn't care. It was a little worn, a little tired—just like him. From there, he could see the small garden my mom fought to keep alive, and the quiet suburban street where children zip by on bicycles and neighbors greet hello.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Families
The Sound of Her Silence
The first time I saw Ayesha, she did not say a word. It was a rainy afternoon. I had escaped to a half-occupied bookstore between two rusted shopfronts on a quiet street in Dhaka. I wasn't looking for anything particular—just peace. The doorbell rang softly as I entered, and there she was.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Confessions
The Day Time Broke
It started at exactly 2:17 PM, on a normal Tuesday. Clocks stopped all around the globe. Digital clocks, analog clocks, atomic clocks—everything that told time stopped. Phones did not update. Watches stopped moving. Even the sun, inexplicably, appeared to stop, locked in the same spot in the sky like a photograph.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Promise
Samantha had not imagined her returning to the family home to be in these circumstances. The house, once used to her own laughter and cheerfulness, was now unoccupied, hollow as an empty shell. Years have passed since she last walked inside the house. She left after her graduation in high school and chased a dream that moved her away from the small town where she was previously the entire center of it all.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Families
Broken Bonds, Unbreakable Love
The Miller family had been broken for years—held together by nothing stronger than the weak threads of love that time and silence had not yet frayed. Today, though, they were all present in the house where it had begun. The family house, where so many memories lingered like sighs in the walls, was a war zone of unresolved hurt.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Families
The Truth Beneath the Surface
Sophie Miller had it all. She was twenty-eight years old, and everything she had spent years working for was going perfectly. She had a successful marketing career, a devoted boyfriend named James, a set of friends who loved her, and an enviable life. Nothing could be better, and for the first time in years, she felt she could finally breathe. But all of it changed one night when she came home to discover an anonymous letter left for her.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul9 months ago in Horror
