Mira had always believed some places remembered people.The cafe on the corner of Ashwood Street was one of them.She know why her chest tightened every time she pushed open its wooden door, why the bell above it chimed like a warning instead of a welcome. The smell of coffee and old books wrapped around her, familiar in a way that didn’t make sense. As if she had been here before. As if she had lived an entire life between these tables and forgotten it.She chose the window seat. She always did.Outside, the city moved on cars passing, people laughing, ...Read More

Mira couldn’t focus for the rest of the day.It annoyed her how one stranger could rearrange the furniture of mind without even touching it. She sat at her desk, laptop open, emails unread, cursor blinking like it was mocking her inability to think straight.She kept seeing his back.Straight. Controlled. As if carrying something invisible but unbearably heavy.Aarav Vale.The name tasted unfamiliar, yet wrong in a way that felt personal. She didn’t remember hearing it before, but her heart reacted like it had known him for years and was offended by the lie of forgetting.Across the city, Aarav stood in ...Read More

Mira’s days had started blending into one another, an endless loop of ordinary routines punctuated by flashes of something had tried to ignore it. Tried to convince herself that the fleeting glimpses of a man in her peripheral vision, the déjà vu of his presence, and the strange weight in her chest were just coincidences. But they weren’t.Even now, walking through the rain-slicked streets on her way home, she could feel it the pull. Like the world was bending toward him, like some invisible thread was tugging at her soul.She turned the corner and froze.There he was.Aarav Vale. Standing ...Read More