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Title: Will India–US Relations Recover? Trump, Modi and the Oil-Tariff
Will India–US Relations Recover? Trump, Modi and the Oil-Tariff US President Donald Trump has described relations between the United States and India as “very special” and said that he and Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi “will always remain friends” and that “there is nothing to worry about.”
By Real content5 months ago in Chapters
Into The Black Maw: Confessions Of A Death Custodian – “The Blood-Spattered Bride”. Content Warning.
Follow along with our YouTube Audio Book Playlist! Sleep had me by the throat — deep, wet sleep. The kind where time isn’t real and your bones don’t belong to you. Where the body becomes a misplaced rumor.
By A.R. Marquez5 months ago in Chapters
Every Ally Holds a Knife Behind Their Back
The rain had stopped, but the air still carried the damp smell of asphalt and rust. Inside the abandoned warehouse on the edge of East London, the gang sat in a half-circle, the dim light of a single hanging bulb swaying gently above them. The bulb's flicker sent long shadows crawling across the cracked concrete floor — shadows that seemed alive, whispering secrets no one wanted to hear.
By WAQAS AHMAD6 months ago in Chapters
When Every Step Echoes in the Dark
The rain had turned from a drizzle into a relentless curtain, blurring the dim streetlights into hazy orbs. Every puddle on the cobblestones seemed to carry an echo — of boots, of engines, of danger. Somewhere in that rain-washed darkness, the gang was scattered like startled crows, each one convinced the other might betray them first.
By WAQAS AHMAD6 months ago in Chapters
When the Loot Divides, the Trust Dies
The lorry’s engine growled against the night, a low, angry sound swallowed by the thick fog curling over the Buckinghamshire lanes.
By WAQAS AHMAD6 months ago in Chapters
Shadows on the Tracks
The wind carried the scent of wet steel. It was August 8, 1963 — a night that would etch itself into British history like a scar on iron.
By WAQAS AHMAD6 months ago in Chapters
The Echoes of Unbending will
The air in the mountain town of Naro Moru, at the foot of Mount Kenya, always carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a promise of the wild untamed beauty above. But for Elias, it carried the intoxicating aroma of his own certainty. He had climbed smaller peaks, navigated treacherous forests, and faced down swirling blizzards. Each triumph had chiseled away a silver of doubt, replacing it with an unshakeable conviction in his own abilities. He was, in his own mind, a titan of the high places, and mount Kenya, with its twin peaks reaching for the heavens, was merely the next challenge awaiting his conquest.
By Tallgirl7 months ago in Chapters
🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Chapters
The Beast
It was 1850... India. Some far away part of Punjab. There was a big jungle and near that, some green farms. And there, like touching the sky, stood Ratan Singh’s palace. From far it looked royal—big golden towers shining in sunlight. But when you go near, those walls... they was hiding some dark stuff. Pain. Cruelty.
By Usama7 months ago in Chapters
Trump has ‘good conversation’ with Zelenskyy after heavy bombardment of Ukraine by Russia
US munitions slated for Ukraine held up over shortage as Trump ‘disappointed’ by Putin’s refusal to make concessions Donald trump spoke with Ukraine’s president, Volodymyr Zelenskyy, on Friday as the US president appears increasingly disheartened over his chances of fulfilling a campaign pledge to end the war between Russia and Ukraine.
By SHYAKA MARS7 months ago in Chapters
I Stole My Friend’s Life
The first time I plagiarized Lila, it was accidental. We were 19, sharing lukewarm chai in her dorm room—walls plastered with her ink sketches of twisted trees and sharp-toothed birds. I read her poetry journal while she showered (*“the sky tonight is a bruise / tender and violet where god pressed too hard”*), and those lines slipped into my psych essay like they’d always lived there.
By Muhammad Firdos 7 months ago in Chapters
Echoes Beyond the veil. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Last Breath I never thought it would be my last day. The morning began quietly. The soft hum of the city outside my window, the faint aroma of brewing coffee, and the dull, familiar weight of routine settled around me like a blanket. I reached out for my favorite blouse—the one with tiny blue flowers embroidered across the collar—and as if my hands were betraying me, the steaming cup slipped, spilling dark coffee over the fabric. A sigh escaped me, frustration bubbling beneath my calm exterior. I grabbed a towel, scrubbing ineffectively at the stain, cursing myself for the careless mess.
By Star8 months ago in Chapters