Monsoon Stories

𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 SEASON ONE. When Katherine Ashvale arrives at Ravenspire Fortress Academy, she expects strict rules, endless rain, and a forest filled with stories meant to frighten students into obedience. Instead, she finds whispers beneath the walls. Every monsoon season, strange sounds echo through the underground tunnels hidden beneath the fortress. Students are warned never to follow them. Never to answer them. But Katherine begins hearing the whispers long before anyone else. As the storms grow stronger, creatures emerge beyond the forest, ancient symbols appear where they shouldn't, and the academy's buried secrets begin clawing their way to the surface. Because Ravenspire Fortress was never built to protect its students. It was built to hide something beneath them.

Aarav Deshmukh leaves his small village in Maharashtra and moves to Bangalore for college, carrying little more than homesickness and a tiny bronze bell tied around his wrist - the last thing his grandmother gave him before she died. She had only one warning for him: if the bell ever rings before entering a house, turn around and leave. Aarav never believed her stories about hungry homes and spirits pretending to be human... until the bell begins ringing in the middle of quiet Bangalore nights. Soon, Aarav starts noticing strange houses hidden between ordinary streets - warm lights glowing in empty lanes, smiling families that seem too perfect, and doors that always feel strangely inviting. People who enter these homes are slowly forgotten, as if they never existed at all. The only person who seems to understand what's happening is Meera Nair, a sharp, emotionally guarded girl who hides her knowledge behind sarcasm, late-night pub visits, and a carefree city life. But while Aarav searches for belonging in an unfamiliar city, Meera knows one terrifying truth: some homes are alive, and once they invite you inside, they never let you leave unchanged

"They once met, without names or words. Just eyes in a crowd... and a silence that stayed. Years later, fate brings them face to face - but will they recognize the glance that never ended?"

Sara was a quiet girl with a simple routine, spending her evenings inside a small public library near Rose Street. But after one rainy afternoon, two different boys begin noticing. Her life lacked some spice, and maybe that's why her fate choose her. Arin, careless and impossible to understand. Ivaan, calm, disciplined, and unreadably quiet. Because not every rivalry starts with hatred. Sometimes, it starts with the same girl. And somewhere between rain-soaked evenings, unfinished feeling, jealousy, and quiet moments that linger too long... someone is bound to get hurt. With whom she will fall in love at last?

𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔰 ℑ𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔫... is a chaotic contemporary romance about surviving a wedding while dodging your past. While Aaru plays narrator to her best friend's disastrous business engagement, her own unrequited high school crush dives back into her life. Neel Savarkar is suddenly everywhere, refusing to take a hint. "If Kairav makes Niharika's blood boil," Aaru warns, "mine's been evaporated just at the sight of Neel."

This is a true story based on author's real life expirences. I own the characters and the plot. The pictures used in this book as well as on the cover page are taken either from pinterest or Google so the Credit goes to their respective owner. *** "One crush. Four years. And a single blue button. " ​Megha Sharma has a secret. It started at fourteen, in an all-girls school bubble, and followed her through the chaotic transition to Mumbai's junior college life. It's a crush that survived physics prelims, family expectations, and the entry and exit of seasonal friendships. ​Raghav Chauhan is everything she isn't: funny, tall, and effortlessly noticed. He is the sun, and Megha has spent years perfectly content being his shadow. But graduation is coming, and "shadows" eventually fade. The Art of Pining follows Megha's journey of finding her voice in a world of silence, culminating in the one moment that changes everything: a follow request. (Megha's journey as in my journey)

Ishnavi Sinha never expected Aarush Mehra - her childhood rival and the boy who left without goodbye - to return years later in an army uniform. Now caught between old memories, unspoken love, and dreams that refuse to wait, both are forced to face feelings they buried long ago. A story of rain, longing, and two hearts finding their way back home.

A forgotten manuscript. A stolen legacy. A house that remembers everything. When Anaya Vyas inherits Kalpataru Kothi, she returns to a world of crumbling grandeur, family rituals, and carefully curated myths. But hidden inside the estate's archives lies a secret capable of rewriting history: her family's most famous epic was authored not by the celebrated Vyas patriarch, but by a woman erased from the record centuries ago. As Anaya races to uncover the truth before the estate's grand revival festival, alliances fracture and old rivalries resurface. A charismatic cousin fights to preserve the family legend. A scholar-musician offers help she isn't sure she can trust. And her grandmother-the keeper of the family's mythology-guards truths far more dangerous than the manuscript itself. In Kalpataru Kothi, stories are currency, inheritance is warfare, and some ghosts are made not of people, but of silence.

have u thought how beautiful rain can be they say monsoon rain is for true lover two people who are different destined to be togther see how rain plays its part to get them closer

❝It all began with paneer chili and an ivory white scooty. . .❞ Rain is mythical until you stumble upon a sticky muddy puddle. And Indian monsoons were a real wrack, an exquisite blend of claggy roads, drenched roofs and insects that seemed to get on Lovely Sharma's last nerve. She wasn't the only one despising it though for there was someone else who seemingly shared her dislike. Kartik Joshi hated unhygienic things with a passion and the rains brought just that. So it didn't help after a stormy rainy night when the sun finally arose to grace him, he found his favourite ivory white scooty garnished with red sauces and... capsicum?

Oh catastrophe, where have you been?

Tiny pieces of rainy hours & moonlit nights...

When Naina flew from Delhi to Mumbai for a job interview, a weak bond had tugged at her heart, begging her to stay in this city for a bit longer. She wanted nothing more than ignore that pull. "Face the interview and jump on next flight out," was the mantra she had been chanting. After all, it was only a stupid hope that had made her accept the interview call in the first place. Mumbai was once home for Naina. But was it her home now? Especially when she had ran away from there a decade ago? Was there a chance she could call it home once again? If anything, she knew, leaving is never easy, but harder than that, is to return.

When a monsoon hits ten year old Keoko's house, his family is separated. But when Keoko sees them at the local market, she has to convince her foster parents to let her go.

Explore the captivating world of emotions through 'VerseCanvas: Echoes of Emotion,' a poetry book that weaves feelings into beautiful verses. This collection delves into love, loss, and life's moments, inviting you to connect with the essence of human experience. Whether you're a poetry enthusiast or a newcomer, 'VerseCanvas' promises to be a cherished addition to your bookshelf, offering a journey of introspection and empathy through the power of verse.

Kakashi is with naruto no matter what the season. one shots based of the seasons. ~ kakashi x naruto ~

"We promise we will never fall in love." "Why?" "Because whatever falls... breaks." Falling in love didn't feel like a thunderstrike. It felt like watching the seasons change. Ivan never intended to stay in Averlyn. But that was before Maya. Maya, who finds beauty in cracked pavements and hides a living, pulsing storm inside a pearl like pendant on her collarbone. Together, they discover a quiet, impossible magic that can make the entire world pause just so they can listen to the rain. But as Ivan and Maya build a sanctuary out of fragile fragments, another collision is happening in the shadows of the city. Ryan, a wealthy boy suffocating in silence, meets Angel, a girl who has fought for every breath she's ever taken. Four wandering souls. One endless monsoon. A lyrical, slow-burn romance about finding the courage to let someone be your shelter when the sky finally breaks.

'~ TW!!: this book will contain sensitive topics such as ED, SH, Substance use, violence ect. . so please don't come for me when those topics come up in the book, this is all fanfiction, nothing is real!!🎀

I've never been much of a poet, really. These romantic poems have been written by me at school, and whenever I get inspired. :) So these are more mushy-mushy type of romantic poems, don't feel compelled to read if you don't want to. I'll keep releasing parts with more poems, so. I'd love critique, and I hope you enjoy! :D Also, most of my poems are written from the POV of a male, talking to a girl. :3