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The Incident of Chamary The Loan Book
The incident of Chamaria… The loan book Since childhood, we used to go to the shop and buy things with the loan book… So the loan book is very familiar to us… The loan book did not disappear when we went to the bank. It was just modified and became a plastic card…
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Fiction
Shadows of a Broken Heart
Heartache in the Shadows Love Lost, Souls Entwined, and the Haunting Echoes of the Past The First Chapter: The Cursed Manor The night was cold, but not from the weather alone. Anyone who dared approach the abandoned Whitmore Manor felt a chill down their spine. People in the town talked about a ghostly woman who would wander the halls and call for a lover who had been betrayed for years. No one dared to stay after dark—no one, except Alina.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Breath of Winter
The Last Breath of Winter The Snow's Whispers in the First Chapter That evening, the cold was relentless. The scent of burning wood and something else—something far more sinister—were carried by the howling wind, which sounded like a tortured soul. Asha pulled her scarf tighter around her face as she trudged through the snow-covered path leading to the abandoned cottage at the edge of the village. This one was different from her usual fascination with mysteries. The young man Aidan Blackwood, who had vanished ten years earlier on a winter night, was the subject of rumors that circulated throughout the town. Some said he had been murdered by his own fiancée, others believed he had simply wandered into the snowstorm and never returned. Asha, however, was determined to uncover the truth.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Meeting
The Most Recent Event The Beginning: Lost Love In the soft glow of the evening, Niloy sat in an old café in Kolkata. His cup of coffee had been cold for some time, but he was lost in thought as he stared at the glass window. He had been waiting for someone, Trishna, for many years. Ten years earlier, on a rainy afternoon, he had last seen Trishna. Despite the fact that their love had never truly faded, their relationship had ended due to circumstances. They would never forget each other, even if they took different paths in life. They had decided to meet one more time today. But would this truly be their final meeting?
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Velvet Sky
The Disregarded Town Unaffected by the frantic pace of modern life, the little town of Elmsworth was nestled in the midst of rolling hills. A place where time moved slower, where lanterns flickered at night, casting golden halos on cobblestone streets. Because they were familiar with the legend—the tale of the girl who danced beneath the velvet sky—the residents of the town spoke softly at night. The Unknown Dancer A silhouette could be seen twirling in the meadows outside of town on certain nights, when the moon was low and the wind blew through the trees. The girl's movements, dressed in a flowing gown, were as graceful as a leaf blowing in the wind. She was allegedly a ghost or a spirit caught in an endless waltz, according to some. Others believed she was a lost soul, searching for something—or someone.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Velvet Sky
The Disregarded Town Unaffected by the frantic pace of modern life, the little town of Elmsworth was nestled in the midst of rolling hills. A place where time moved slower, where lanterns flickered at night, casting golden halos on cobblestone streets. Because they were familiar with the legend—the tale of the girl who danced beneath the velvet sky—the residents of the town spoke softly at night. The Unknown Dancer A silhouette could be seen twirling in the meadows outside of town on certain nights, when the moon was low and the wind blew through the trees. The girl's movements, dressed in a flowing gown, were as graceful as a leaf blowing in the wind. Some claimed she was a ghost, a spirit trapped in an eternal waltz. Others believed she was a lost soul, searching for something—or someone.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
