A mysterious old woman offers help to a wounded knight, but her true power lies in what comes after.

Among the joggers on Damside street was a brown-skinned girl whose ponytail bounced rhythmically with each step.

Jackie stares into his nemesis’s healthy eyes, and a part of him longs to lash out in vengeance.

It is a mess wherever I am. People shout at ungodly hours. They rarely laugh. They walk around with sulky faces.

The place was a storm of anger and confusion. The square was littered with debris, and the air stank of bananas and rage.

It only takes a little for a man to feel content: a family, a roof over his head, and a society that respects him.

I’ll be here, clinging to the ghosts of conversations we never had, and he’ll go, like he always has.

Apurva, weighed down by memories and meaninglessness, seeks solace in a conversation with his professor.

Gauri’s father’s fragile yet insistent voice echoed in her memory. ‘Read it to me, chori,’ he had whispered, battling through his final days.

Kathmandu traffic jams are more than just a nuisance—they’re a stage for camaraderie and quiet rebellion.

A newly constructed bridge collapses on the morning of its opening. The cause? A coconut sold by Hari Bahadur.

Your relationship with Miss Silwal looked much like life: a bit complicated, crazy, fleeting, and meaningless.

The tree stood as a timeless witness to our growth, teaching us resilience, love, and the beauty of change.

Looking out the window of a public vehicle, I despise everyone riding two-wheelers. Maybe soon, I will also wear the helmet and shift gears.

She came to Pokhara with dreams of a better life, but the city’s harsh reality led her down a path she never imagined.

Suraj and Bijay are childhood friends. One wishes to stay in the country, and the other is trying to leave.

While navigating the bustling streets to the museum, a stranger left a lasting impression on my heart.

As Anil and Bikram entered Thamel, a rumour spread like wildfire: thieves were among them, stealing from the festival-goers.

She was supposed to attend a business conference at Hotel Indrawati, far from the neighbourhood.

I wanted the calls to stop. She wanted to disappear. But sometimes, even a wrong number leads to the right questions.