umais khan
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She chose the begin again
Asha sat by the window of her tiny rented apartment, watching the droplets race each other down the glass like they were in a hurry to escape the sky. The apartment smelled faintly of paint and loneliness — she had moved in two weeks ago and still hadn’t unpacked the boxes. Her coffee had gone cold on the table, but she hadn’t noticed. She wasn’t thirsty. She wasn’t anything.
By umais khan6 months ago in Blush
borrowed morning
Every morning, before the sun fully stretched across the rooftops, Aahil would wake up to the smell of chai and the soft hum of old Bollywood songs drifting from the kitchen. And every morning, he would find Meher standing barefoot on the balcony, cup in hand, staring at the horizon as if she were asking the sky for one more day.
By umais khan6 months ago in Fiction
The House That waits
No one had lived in the old Whitlock house for nearly forty years. Perched like a vulture at the edge of town, its windows were clouded with time, its porch sagging under the weight of memory and decay. Children whispered about it in the schoolyard, dared each other to touch the door, and swore they saw shadows moving even when the wind was still.
By umais khan6 months ago in Horror
