In 1920s Illinois, the small, forgotten town of Red Herring offers little excitement, yet for eighteen-year-old Aurelius Leblanc, it promises a desperately needed sanctuary. Having survived the mud-soaked horrors of Passchendaele as a fifteen-year-old in the Canadian Army, Aurelius is burdened by the invisible wounds of shellshock and a distinctive streak of white in his brown hair-a stark reminder of the trenches he can't forget. Quietly, he seeks to disappear into the mundane world of service.
His new position: butler at Highcliff Manor, the imposing estate of the powerful Maxon family-Arthur, Celia, and their enigmatic daughter, Evelyn.
Evelyn, also eighteen, is a creature of constrained elegance, raised within the manor's strict, shadowed walls. As Aurelius begins to navigate the complex rituals of the house, their paths inevitably cross. He is a man who saw too much; she is a woman who sees everything-especially the pain behind his green eyes and the faint scar tracing his jawline.
Their connection is immediate, charged with unspoken intensity, yet it is forbidden. He is the help, haunted by the brutal echo of war; she is the heiress, expected to maintain perfection. As their clandestine romance blossoms beneath the cold gaze of the Maxon family, Aurelius must confront whether he can truly love while still fighting the war in his mind, and Evelyn must decide if she is willing to break every rule to save the man who finally sees her.
Highcliff is a sweeping, atmospheric romance about healing, secrets, and the powerful, fragile connection forged between two souls in a house full of ghosts-both real and remembered.
Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace".
The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat".
The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa".
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A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?".
She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa".
He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".