Friendship

Meera Patel always thought her life would be peaceful—relaxed mornings, neat notebooks, good grades, and maybe the occasional late-night cookie run with friends. She wasn't the kind of girl who would suddenly admit or confess anything. At nineteen, in her second year of college, she still lived as if she didn't want to take up too much space.So when a lost notebook changed everything, even she was surprised.It happened on a windy October afternoon. Meera had entered the campus café after her chemistry lab, her backpack half-open, her hair tied in a ponytail. She ordered her daily cinnamon tea, sat in a chair, and opened her laptop—only to realize twenty minutes later that her light blue notebook was missing. The same notebook where she had written all her thoughts, little doodles, and half-finished poems that she never wanted to show anyone.Her heart was pounding. She retraced her steps: the counter, her table, the bus stop outside. Nothing.By dinnertime, she felt her notebook ...

Mia had always loved the quiet hum of summer in her small town. The sound of cicadas in the trees, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and the distant laughter of children running through the sprinklers—it all sounded like music to her ears. But this summer, something felt different. She was different. Mia had just turned 16, and everything in her life seemed to be changing. Her old friends had drifted away, and even the people she had trusted had begun to drift away, lost in their own lives. The more Mia looked in the mirror, the more she felt she couldn't quite recognize the person staring back at her. It wasn't just new growth or her clothes not fitting right—it was something deeper. Mia wasn't sure what she was becoming. It was early July when she first saw him: Noah. He was a year older than her, with long, unkempt brown hair falling into his eyes, and a smile that lit up the entire room. Noah had just moved to town, and he seemed strange in a way that both su...

The story of **Soni Mahiwal** is one of the most famous romantic tragedies of the Indian subcontinent, whispered in desert winds, sung by wandering singers, and passed down in folklore for centuries. It is a tale of forbidden love, undying love, and the constant pull of fate—set on the banks of the mighty Chenab River, where two souls meet, only for fate to tear them apart.Long ago, in the town of **Gujarat** in Punjab, there lived a beautiful young girl named **Soni**, the daughter of a wealthy potter. Her father crafted delicate clay pots, each one smooth and perfect, and Soni helped him decorate them with designs of flowers and birds. People from distant villages came to buy these pots, and Soni soon became famous not only for her beauty but also for her modesty and kindness. Her laughter resonated like music, and her presence brought warmth and life to the busy marketplace.Meanwhile, in the distant city of Bukhara, lived a young merchant named Mahival, whose real name was Izzat Be...

In the fertile lands of Punjab, where five rivers cut their way like silver through lush fields, lived a young boy named Dhaniyal Ranjha, the youngest of four brothers. Unlike his older brothers, burdened with responsibilities, Ranjha had a soft heart. He played the flute like a god-like musician , and when he did, even the winds would stop to listen. But he found no peace at home. After a quarrel with his brothers over land and inheritance, Ranjha left his village, taking with him only his flute and his selfish heart.For days, he wandered through dusty roads and countless fields. One evening, tired and hungry, he arrived at Jhang village, the proud home of the Sayal clan. Its beauty immediately captivated him—tall houses, overflowing granaries, the scent of ripe wheat wafting through the air. Yet what startled her even more was the sound of laughter coming from the fields along the river.There, among a flock of young shepherds, stood Heer, the daughter of Chuchak Sayal. Her beauty was...

                                 When Maya first stepped onto Crestwood University's sprawling campus , the September air felt too heavy for her lungs. The brick buildings, the bustling students, the club tables, and the piles of flyers—everything held the confidence she so desperately needed. She double-checked her dorm assignment, her hands sweating on the paper: **Oak Hall, Room 317** Dragging two suitcases behind her, she opened the door to her new home. Inside, someone was already kneeling on the bed by the window, struggling with a stubborn strand of fairy lights. "Hi!" the girl said with a bright smile. "You must be Maya. I'm Lila." Lila was the kind of girl who could make you feel like you'd known her for years with just one line. Her enthusiasm filled the room as she lit the citrus candles afterward. Maya smiled slightly. "Hey. Nice to meet you." From that moment on, something changed in Maya's...

  Aarohi always believed the world was full of quiet wonders—small moments of beauty that most people overlook. She found them everywhere: in the first blush of sunrise in the school courtyard, in the gentle rustling of pages in her library, in the way the breeze carried the scent of jasmine from her mother's garden.At seventeen, her life was simple and quiet. In the mornings, she would help her mother water the plants, spend afternoons sitting in a corner of the local library, and in the evenings, sketch whatever made her smile that day. She loved peace, tenderness, and small joys. What she didn't expect was *him*. Aarav came into her life like one of those quiet wonders she always collected, but at first, she didn't recognize him. He was a new transfer student—tall, thoughtful, his hair falling over his forehead as if he couldn't control it. He wasn't loud or showy like some of the boys in her class; instead, he possessed a calmness, as if he had his own little w...