. . . Aya was walking round the party. The new faces and known faces of famous influencers were all around the venue. It was

The den of fiction writer, poetry maker and magic enthusiast.
. . . Aya was walking round the party. The new faces and known faces of famous influencers were all around the venue. It was
. . . In late evening the phone rang. Aya was staring out the window, as the darkness of the room surrounded her. “Hey there
. . . The schedule afterwards consisted of Aya spending a lot of time like a personal assistant. Paperwork, the calls, the reservations, the taking
…piano music playing, keyboards reciting a lonely melody… “There’s a legend about this Cathedral…” – A ghostly voice calls out to reader. …piano melody softly
The very twisted thought had visited my dreamland. A story, as foretold, by holding on to garland. Cathedral of the town, which stands atop the
Dear readers, Thank you kindly for keeping up with my works. Today I wish to share something I’ll be working on for a while –