The village air had a calmness that couldn't be found in the city.
The kind that slowed down your heartbeats just enough to remind you that peace still existed-in mango trees swaying gently, in temple bells echoing from afar, in the
There are worlds I build in silence… Characters who speak in whispers… Emotions that unravel, not in light, but in moonlit corners of the soul. If my stories have ever made you pause… Feel something unexpected… Or wander a little deeper into your own heart… Then you already know — this isn’t just writing. It’s a part of me, left between the lines. Now, you can help keep the ink flowing. Your support will let me: Craft more stories soaked in mystery, romance, and truth Devote time to chapters that arrive like secrets in the dark Someday turn these scattered fragments into something eternal — a book, perhaps Every contribution is not just a token — It’s a quiet candle in the hallway of a long, beautiful story still being written. Support, if you will. Stay, if you feel it. And read… if you’re ready to disappear into another world again. With ink and silence, Niti_Ink
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