Nimidan stared at the passport size photo. Nigazh. Smiling. It amused him. It was nearly impossible to see her curling up her lips. But here, she was smiling like she had every happiness in the world. "Get out!" Nigazh grabbed the photo forcibly and gestured towards the door. "Nigazh-" "Nimidan, please go out before I do something I regret later." She muttered. "You know what? I'm not leaving you alone. Not at this moment." He walked closer, stopping before the walls she had built around herself. "I hate this feeling." A sob escaped her mouth as she stepped back. "What feeling, Nigazh?" He asked, No reply. She simply stared at the photo in her palm with slumped shoulders. "The feeling of being loved?" he asked quietly, Still no reply. "Being pursued?" Nigazh shook her head horizontally. "Being able to live in the moment?" He followed her retreat only with his gaze, letting the silence move at her pace. ⏳💓💌🌠 Story of Nigazh and Nimidan.

My name is Raju. I meet many interesting people thanks to my profession. This is the story of one such person. Cover Picture: @anamika_writes

I had entered a competition a few months back. I had to write a story with this excerpt in the content: "It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend's wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going to be a reunion of our batchmates. But what I didn't know was that the reunion would begin much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the airline counter. I was almost sure it was she. Same height! Same long hair! Same complexion! Curiosity had my eyes glued to her. And then about 60-odd seconds later, when she turned, she proved me right. My ex-girlfriend stood two places ahead of me in that queue. We had never met after the college farewell." I didn't win the contest but I know I've won if this story manages to make even one person smile. So I'm putting it up on Wattpad. S Cover Picture: @anamika_writes (Thank you so much for the lovely cover!)

A short story of a girl who realizes the love of her husband.

He looked good. Not hero-level handsome with dramatic features, but the kind of face people noticed immediately without trying. For one brief second, a thought crossed my mind. Could he be the groom? I dismissed it immediately. My imagination clearly had no limits.

Oliyan took deliberately slow steps, careful not to approach the Banyan tree. A body hung from one of its branches. He switched on his phone's flashlight. "The same man." He whispered. The same man who disappeared three days ago. He instinctively looked around to see if he could any other bodies. The place, instead of reeking of decay- filled with the fragrance of Mulberries, Vetiver and medicinal plants. "How's it possible?" He asked in disbelief. A solid five minutes passed. Out of nowhere, he heard the chime of anklets. Oliyan froze, he turned around to see a silhouette. A woman. The silhouette didn't move. Neither did Oliyan. Only the anklets continued to chime. #3 in 'As sweet as Poison' series. 🌳🫀☄️📜

Anu's world is rattled when she unwittingly comes across a picture of her father with a woman she's never seen or heard about- and that might be the beginning of a twisted story she's always been a part of. Because a picture is worth a thousand stories.

Kathir - who lives behind a careful silence bruised by doubt, shaped by loss, and expert at keeping people out. Isai - open, bright, endlessly talkative, yet carrying a quiet secret of her own. 🌙🤍 Slowly, naturally, she begins finding the parts of him he thought were closed forever. Their closeness grows through shared mornings, random conversations, silent understanding, and little moments that slowly begin to mean everything. 🦋🦢 But some truths are heavy enough to destroy a person completely. And Isai is hiding one of them. 🌊 The Waves and The Shore - A soft, emotional story about love, grief, healing, attachment, and two souls who found each other when they needed it the most. 🕊 - with love, Vanyra 🤎

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 She loved him and left everything behind for him.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 He loved her and left everything behind for her.