Mazharul Dihan
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I just love to write stories for people
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Until The Last Leaf Falls
It was the last autumn at Maplewood before the town’s oldest bookstore was to be shut down. Emma, a quiet librarian in her late twenties, found herself working overtime cataloging the final inventory. It wasn’t just a bookstore to her — it was where she had fallen in love ten years ago.
By Mazharul Dihan8 months ago in Humans
The Final Song
Seraphine was barefoot in the middle of a sunflower field when Ryan first saw her. Her arms were outstretched toward the sky, as if she were holding sunlight in her palms. Her red scarf danced in the wind, a streak of fire against the golden sea. She didn’t see him watching from the dirt path, breath caught like a bird in his throat.
By Mazharul Dihan9 months ago in Humans
Ashes Of The Dawn
In a kingdom where silver moons kissed the ocean and wild roses climbed castle walls, there lived a knight named Caelum. With eyes like storm clouds and a heart carved of valor, he was the kingdom's last hope against the Shadow War. He fought not for glory, but for love — for Princess Elira, heir to the throne and the light that guided his every step.
By Mazharul Dihan9 months ago in Humans
Autumn Letters
When Leah moved to the small town of Maplewood, she wasn’t looking for love—just peace. After years of city chaos, her grandmother’s quiet cottage, nestled between golden trees and whispering winds, felt like the perfect escape. Since her grandmother had passed away, it had been empty, so Leah decided to stay for a while to fix it up and see if she could find peace there. Across the gravel path lived Ethan, a reserved artist who ran a tiny bookshop downtown. He’d grown up in Maplewood, loved its seasons, and found comfort in its predictability. He noticed Leah the day she arrived, lugging boxes from a dusty truck, her face smudged with determination. He nodded a polite hello. She nodded back. That was it.
By Mazharul Dihan9 months ago in Humans
The Light Between Us
It began on a train ride through the Swiss countryside, where snow-capped peaks met endless fields of wildflowers. Bianca sat by the window, a notebook in her lap, sketching the mountains as they rolled by. Across from her sat a stranger with tousled hair, worn boots, and a half-smile that seemed to know secrets the world had forgotten.
By Mazharul Dihan9 months ago in Humans
Lavender Whispers
When Elara and Adrian met, the scent of lavender lingered in the air like a promise. The small countryside village of Merrow Hill had just begun to stir with spring, and everything felt new—soft breezes, sun-dappled cobblestone streets, and the gentle hum of bees among the blossoms.
By Mazharul Dihan9 months ago in Humans
Love Across Time
The first time Elena saw him, the wind seemed to hush and the willow tree by the lake held its breath. It was late spring, and the sun poured gold over the sleepy town of Rosebridge. With her camera in hand, Elena had been chasing the soft light that came through the trees on the winding path that led behind her grandmother's cottage. When she reached the lake, the water mirrored the sky like glass, and there beneath the weeping branches of the willow stood a man sketching in a leather-bound journal.
By Mazharul Dihan9 months ago in Humans
Under the Sky of Wildflowers
The first time Aaron saw her, she was standing in a field of wildflowers, her arms outstretched like wings, head tilted toward the sky. She was bathed in a light that was so gentle and completely reverent during the golden hour that it made her appear more like something out of a dream than something that was actually happening. Lila was her name, and if beauty had a language, it was that she spoke it without saying a word. Aaron had come to Elmsridge, a small town, to get away from the city's noise and find a quiet place to breathe again.
By Mazharul Dihan9 months ago in Humans
A Love That Lit The Darkness
Noah met Elara in the summer of their seventeenth year. The sun was always too bright in their sleepy little town, and the afternoons too quiet—until she arrived. Elara had recently left the city and brought with her an aura of mystery as well as a sketchbook filled with dreams. She first caught Noah's eye at the town library, where she was tracing the spines of books with her fingers like she was looking for something she had previously misplaced. The kind of boy who carried his heart too openly in his eyes, he was quiet and awkward. Beautiful, wild, and impossible to predict, she was the storm. They were nevertheless drawn to one another, like the moon and the tide. They met again a week later at the annual summer fair, under a canopy of fairy lights and laughter. She was sketching the carousel horses, their manes frozen in time. He smiled shyly and gave her lemonade. Everything changed after she gave him a momentary break with a music-like laugh.
By Mazharul Dihan9 months ago in Humans
Whispers Of The Rain
The first time Rosalind saw Rochester, it was during a summer downpour. She was holding her sketchbook tightly to her chest as she stood under the rusted tin roof of a roadside tea shop. Her eyes, curious and warm, watched the world blur behind sheets of rain. Rochester had arrived, drenched, laughing as if the sky had whispered a secret just to him.
By Mazharul Dihan9 months ago in Humans
Speak Like a Pro: How to Improve Your English Speaking Skills
English is often called the global language, opening doors to academic, professional, and personal opportunities worldwide. Yet, for many learners, speaking fluently and confidently remains one of the most challenging aspects. If you’re looking to improve your English speaking skills, you’re not alone — and the good news is, there are many effective ways to practice and grow. Here’s a practical guide to help you on your journey.
By Mazharul Dihan9 months ago in Education
