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“Wake up.” A whisper. I pricked my ears up then, like some sort of wolf or predator listening in the distance for its prey. I held my breath and searched for the taciturn voice. The ringing in my ears got even louder, banging my head and disrupting my mind in an annoying manner. Slowly, I contemplated closing off the sounds of the bells and slipping away into silent infinity. “Shay!” Then I opened my eyes.

“Sometimes, love doesn’t arrive with fireworks—it drizzles gently like rain, unnoticed, until it soaks your soul.” After the sudden passing of her mother, Airi Minase, a quiet, bookish girl with a love for old poetry, returns to her childhood town to start her final year of high school. Amid rainy mornings and nostalgic streets, she meets Ren Takahashi, a free-spirited boy with a sketchbook always in hand and a past he keeps hidden. As the seasons change, Airi and Ren’s worlds gently collide—through lost umbrellas, shared bento lunches, secret regrets, and hesitant smiles. Together, they begin to heal from the sorrows they never dared speak out loud. A story about slow love, gentle healing, and finding someone who stays—even in the quietest moments.

we meet up through instagram and our love story has begin

A Contemporary Romance In the rain-washed streets of Bengaluru, Aanya a pragmatic designer with a guarded heart meets Vihaan, a poet haunted by the memory of Meera, the love he lost but never let go. Their connection begins with a shared moment beneath an awning and deepens through poetry, silence, and the quiet ache of vulnerability. As Aanya and Vihaan navigate the delicate terrain of new love, they must confront the ghosts of their pasts. Unsent letters, emotional distance, and career ambitions threaten to pull them apart. From the misty bridges of Coorg to the lantern-lit warmth of Diwali, their journey unfolds in brushstrokes and verses beach chapter a meditation on grief, healing, and the courage to choose love again. But when Vihaan is offered a creative residency abroad and Aanya receives her dream job in Mumbai, both must decide: can love survive ambition? And is staying together worth the risk of letting go? Whispers Between Raindrops is a lyrical exploration of modern romance where love isn’t a thunderclap, but a whisper that returns with every rainstorm.

An introvert girl, scared to fall in love, incapable of reciprocating emotions and a nerd. Niharika has it all, that a typical guy would not like in a girl. She's intelligent, hardworking, introvert with zero social skill, doesn't know how to sweet talk and always feels she's not good enough to be anyone's liking. Rex, aka Kang Jun hao, a fallen k-pop trainee. Struggling through life. He cannot contain his interest in that one brown girl with big black eyes who almost stripped him naked in a bar. He's pulled towards her , unknowingly. But their worlds don't intersect anywhere. And everything apparently goes on wrong foot from the start but somehow destiny keeps on making them cross paths. Also his carrier takes an upturn after meeting Nihar and finally he tastes success on his tongue. But his misery doesn't end as that brown girl seems to haunt his dreams... Rex wants to approach but Niharika has herself hidden a thousand layers under her skin. Rex wants to know her and Niharika is anything but cooperative. She keeps on closing all doors that Rex could knock on. What will happen? Will Niharika open up to Rex and to herself? Will they find love in the way? Stay tuned.

My father, Roger Hiddleston, unexpectedly became gravely ill and was rushed to intensive care. Before entering, he clasped my hand firmly and pleaded with me to resolve matters with Daniel Moore. I nodded and gave him my word, trying to calm his worries. By myself, I remained outside the ICU, repeatedly attempting to reach Daniel by phone. At last, in the early morning, someone picked up, but it was Barbara Lane who answered. "Daniel's occupied. I'm holding his phone. If you need something, you can tell me," Barbara stated. I hesitated before responding, "Just a separation." Sadly, Roger didn't survive.

Dribble-drabbles of friendship fluff centered around Ratchet and Clank.

Two hearts. Countless secrets. One tangled fate. Every petal hides a secret. Every raindrop tells a lie. Romance is never simple when the past won't stay buried.

On my way to pick up my son, I was scrolling through Instagram when a post caught my eye. It was a popular Q&A challenge: "What's the boldest thing you've ever done in your life?" The replies were wild. Some confessed to cheating, others to streaking in public. The discussion was lively. I wasn't particularly interested and casually scrolled past. Until a familiar profile picture stopped me in my tracks. She said she had destroyed a socialite's life with just a few words. "She was my boss's fiancée, a young and gorgeous Upper East Side princess." "On the eve of her wedding, she was kidnapped, and my boss asked me to handle the ransom." "I suggested we delay for a few days, let her suffer a bit, so she'd learn her place." "But she turned out to be too fragile. The kidnappers tortured her until she had a mental breakdown, and she was sent to a psychiatric hospital." "This is the third year she's been locked away." "And me? I finally married my boss." That word, "finally," dripped with the satisfaction and cruelty of a long-premeditated plan. Like a public taunt, delivered three years too late.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"