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The Promise Under the Baobab Tree
When Amina first met Kofi under the shade of the ancient baobab tree, she didn’t know that the world would change forever. The tree, revered by villagers as a symbol of strength and enduring love, seemed to hum with unspoken promises.
By Ikechi Franklyn9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of an Unspoken Love
Ethan had always been the quiet one. In a world full of loud confessions and grand gestures, he preferred the silent comfort of a smile, the way eyes could speak without a word. And in all his twenty-three years, the only voice that ever truly stirred his heart belonged to his best friend, Lily.
By Muhammad Ibrar9 months ago in Fiction
The Kiss Quotient
🌟 Meet Stella Lane Stella Lane is not your typical romance heroine. She’s a brilliant, successful woman who works as an econometrician (someone who uses math and statistics to predict shopping patterns). She loves her job and is very good at it.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
The Hating Game
👩💼👨💼 Meet Lucy and Josh Office Enemies Lucy Hutton is cheerful, kind, and loves wearing bright clothes and lipstick. She’s a people pleaser who believes in being nice to everyone. She works at Bexley & Gamin, a publishing house created when two very different companies merged.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
Get a Life, Chloe Brown
🌧️ Meet Chloe Brown Chloe Brown is a smart, sarcastic, and super-organized woman in her early thirties. She’s a web designer who works from home, drinks lots of tea, and loves warm, soft clothes. She also lives with chronic pain from a condition called fibromyalgia.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
The Notebook
The Notebook is a touching and emotional love story written by Nicholas Sparks. It tells the tale of two young people, Noah Calhoun and Allie Hamilton, who fall in love one summer but are pulled apart by life, family, and time. Despite all odds, their love stands the test of time and proves that true love never fades.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
The Silence Algorithm
The city smelled like sterilized jasmine. Too sweet. Like the air-filters were overcompensating. Above, the sky glowed that fake-gold hue the government called “Eternal Sunrise™”—though Rivaan privately thought it looked more like jaundice. Solar pathways lit the streets, herding citizens in synchronized lines. No chaos. No laughter spilling from tea stalls. No arguments over cricket matches. Just… curated silence.
By Motiur Rehman9 months ago in Fiction











