Tushar Mangl Media

In the town of Solantria, love blossoms between a weary writer and a mysterious stranger. As their passion ignites, secrets emerge, threatening to shatter their fragile bond. A heart-wrenching exploration of betrayal, trust, and redemption unfolds, leaving readers questioning the limits of love and the depths of heartbreak. What was Solantria like on that fateful morning? Solantria, the town that clung to its secrets as fiercely as it embraced its traditions, was alive with autumn’s glory. The air smelled of damp earth and lilacs, mingling with the faint aroma of cinnamon and clove from the bustling Elderwood Café . The cobblestones glistened from last night’s rain, and the distant Miravale River whispered as it meandered lazily through the emerald hills. Also read: When death finds you: A story of love, freedom, and loss “Good morning, Rosamund,” old Mr. Thatch called from his herb cart, tipping his flat cap. I nodded and smiled. Routine pleasantries were the currency of Solantria, b...

In the African town of Umberia, Amahle, a sculptor shackled by expectations, and Tariq, a wandering poet with a troubled past, find love and freedom under an ancient baobab tree. Amid the stormy backdrop of personal struggles and societal pressures, they embrace life’s fleeting joys before tragedy claims them. This is a tale of passion, defiance, and the courage to live authentically. Who holds the pen to your life? The town of Umberia wasn’t on any map. That is what made it perfect—an unassuming little blot of paradise tucked between the golden savannah and mist-cloaked hills. Thorny acacia trees dotted the landscape, their arms reaching out as if to scrape the heavens. Amidst it all stood an ancient baobab tree, its roots gnarled and stories whispered in the winds that played through its hollowed trunk. I first came to know Umberia through Amahle’s eyes. Amahle, whose very name meant “beautiful one” in Zulu, was a woman who wore her rebellion like a second skin. Her hair, a riot of d...

In the eccentric town of Willowbrook, Sophie and Callum make a pact to revolutionise their lives with self-care: waking up early, exercising, drinking good coffee, and, embracing cold oats. As their love story unfolds, they discover that the journey to self-care isn’t just about routines—it is about self-discovery, forgiveness, and learning to carry one another without losing themselves. What happens when life demands a reset? Willowbrook had a reputation for being as quirky as its residents. The cobbled streets twisted unpredictably, lined with second-hand bookstores and cafés that sold drinks with names like The Pensive Cappuccino. On the outskirts of the town, rolling green meadows gave way to dense forests that smelled of pine and freedom. I moved there to escape. A bad breakup and a soul-sucking corporate job had left me burnt out. So, when I saw an online ad for a cozy studio apartment in Willowbrook, I said yes before I could change my mind. It was there, in the town square on a...

In Wistoria , a dreamy lakeside town, a reserved bookseller and a passionate artist cross paths, revealing the quiet beauty of unspoken emotions. As their romance blooms amid whispers of autumn leaves and moonlit confessions, their connection is tested by silence and separation. A bittersweet exploration of love, solitude, and the longing that lingers when words fail. Opening question: Why are you so quiet? If I had a penny for every time someone asked me that question, I'd own half of Wistoria by now. I’m Edwin Hayworth, resident introvert and bookseller of our little lakeside village. My silence unsettles people. It makes them fidget, talk louder, or fill the space with unnecessary words. “Why are you so quiet?” they ask, and I smile politely. The truth is: I refuse to gossip; that constitutes most conversations. Silence is beautiful. Small talk bores me. I don’t talk for the sake of it. I am more open in my quiet than most are with words. My inner world is more vibrant than anyt...

Evelyn Hartwood, a reserved artist, struggles with the shadows of her traumatic past in the coastal town of Marrowhaven. When Jonathan Evers, a tech entrepreneur fleeing his own demons, enters her life, their bond becomes an exploration of love, vulnerability, and betrayal. Amid laughter, heartbreak, and the unyielding whispers of the sea, they confront truths that alter them forever. The first time I met Evelyn Hartwood, she was walking barefoot along the jagged rocks of Marrowhaven’s coastline, the kind of place travel blogs call "Instagram-worthy" but locals simply call "the edge of the world." Her hair was tangled from the sea breeze, her jeans cuffed unevenly, and her face bore an expression somewhere between fierce concentration and distant mourning. I’d never seen anyone look more determined to outrun themselves. “Not a fan of shoes?” I called out. She turned, one eyebrow raised, her lips curling into a half-smile. “Not a fan of small talk,” she replied, befo...

Bia, an artist with a scarred heart, finds herself in Huemarca, a South American village alive with passion and whispers of healing. She meets Javier, a widower whose grief mirrors her own. Together, they navigate love, loss, and the power of letting go. Amid blooming jacaranda trees, their connection brings them closer to redemption. Characters Bia - A reticent artist fleeing her past. Her hands carry the weight of creating beauty, though her soul bears the scars of betrayal and self-loathing. She arrives in Huemarca to find a sanctuary where she might learn to forgive herself. Javier - A quiet widower and gardener, deeply attuned to the rhythm of nature. His fingers are earth-stained, yet his heart holds secrets of his late wife’s tragic end. He befriends Bia, sensing a kindred spirit. Tía Sol - An elderly woman who runs the town’s only library. She is the unofficial keeper of the town’s collective wisdom, offering cryptic yet profound advice that seems to cut to the heart of one’...

In the town of Annamoor, a reserved schoolteacher, Meera, battles societal expectations and a tempestuous love with fiery landowner Arjun. Through romance, and raw emotion, she learns to reclaim her voice, leaving readers stirred by her journey of self-discovery. Love, monsoons, and identity clash in this  tale. This story is set in the South Asian town of Annamoor, a sleepy yet deceptively intense hamlet nestled in the emerald foothills of the Sahyadri mountains. Annamoor is veiled in perpetual mist, as though the heavens themselves were undecided about its fate. The air is thick with the fragrance of blooming jasmine and the bittersweet tang of tamarind groves. The central bazaar is flanked by vendors selling elaborate mango pickle s and bundles of handwritten poetry pamphlets—their ink smudged by humidity. The weather mirrors the protagonist’s journey: the monsoon’s heavy rains bring solace to parched earth but also threaten destruction, just as the protagonist battles between ...