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Glancing Out The Window

Glancing Out The Window By Seema Khatoon Story Description: In “Glancing Out The Window,” Debbi, a devoted mother and wife in her forties, finds strength and peace in the simplicity of everyday life. While balancing her children’s upbringing, housekeeping, studies, and health struggles, she learns that true beauty lies not in luxury but in the heart. Through quiet reflection and unwavering faith, Debbi discovers that education, patience, and love are the real treasures that shape a fulfilling life. Debbi was an ordinary woman in her early forties—active, graceful, and quietly determined. Her life wasn’t glamorous, but it carried meaning. She woke up before sunrise, prepared breakfast, and gently woke her children for school. Her days were filled with household chores, endless laundry, and the hum of responsibilities that never seemed to pause. Still, Debbi faced each morning with a smile, whispering to herself that tomorrow would be kinder. Her lifestyle was unlike that of other women ...

The Invisible Love



The Invisible Love

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What happens when unspoken feelings, new friendships, and a risky river journey bring four people to the edge of their emotions—and the water?




Freddy and Natalia met online and shared a unique bond that blossomed into a relationship lasting over eight years. From the very first day, Natalia was sincere and open about her feelings. Freddy, on the other hand, was lighthearted—funny, relaxed, and never too serious. They balanced each other in quiet and unexpected ways.


Late one evening, as the sky turned a soft purple, Natalia found herself deep in thought. Her heart was quietly full of Freddy, but she had always kept her strongest feelings hidden—buried beneath friendship and unspoken words. Time moved on, and about a year later, Natalia became close with someone new—Anthony, a charming, kind, and good-looking friend who brought a new kind of warmth into her life. Freddy, too, formed a friendship with someone named Amber, a sweet and adventurous soul.


One weekend, the four of them decided to row boats along a peaceful riverside. The sun shimmered on the water, and laughter echoed around as they moved farther from the shore. They eventually drifted into the center of the river when Freddy noticed something alarming—a small hole in the boat. Water was slowly seeping in through the crack. Though it wasn’t flooding fast, the danger couldn’t be ignored.


“Let’s get back before nightfall,” Anthony said urgently. Natalia and Amber quickly covered the hole with their hands, trying to block the flow, while Freddy and Anthony rowed with determination. The oars cut through the water faster now, but the current had grown stronger.


As evening slipped into night, the sky turned cloudy, and a light rain began to fall. The air grew cold, and they were still far from land, surrounded by water and fading light. With no clear path and only each other, they leaned back-to-back for warmth and support, dozing off beneath the stars.


Suddenly, Amber nudged them all awake. “Look—it’s early morning!” she whispered with a mix of relief and urgency. “Let’s get out of here quickly.”


But the boat was now half-filled with water, too heavy to row. They looked everywhere for help, scanning the horizon for signs of rescue—but nothing. The birds had started chirping, the fog slowly lifted, but hope still felt distant. Only one option remained.


“We’ll have to swim,” Anthony said.


Everyone went quiet.


“I don’t know how to swim,” Natalia confessed softly.


“Me neither,” Freddy added, glancing at Amber.


Amber shook her head. “I can float a little, but not really swim.”


Anthony looked around. “Then I’ll help. One by one. But we have to try. Staying here isn’t safe.”


What had started as a peaceful outing had now become a test of trust and courage. In that moment, all their emotions—hidden crushes, shifting friendships, and unspoken love—hung between them like the mist over the water.


That morning became more than just survival—it became a quiet turning point. The invisible love that connected them all took shape, not in words, but in action, risk, and the way they showed up for one another.


If love is invisible, how do you know when it’s real? Would you stay in the boat or take the leap?


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