When I first met him, life felt ordinary. We were both working in the same company, caught up in deadlines, meetings, and small routines.
By shahana3 months ago in Fiction
Every morning, Ava checked the mailbox. It had been three years since Daniel left for the city to chase his dream of becoming a journalist, but she still believed one day there would be a letter waiting for her.
It was raining that night — the kind of rain that makes the world look blurry, like a dream. Nine-year-old Liya sat by the window, watching her father put on his coat. He smiled, even though his phone call had clearly worried him.
By shahana3 months ago in Chapters
