Katara Smiling Novels & Stories

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

And yet, everything feels different now, like I’m watching a life that no longer has space for me. Memories ambush me without warning. His smile when he thought no one was watching. The way his gaze used to soften when it landed on me. The quiet moments that felt like secrets meant only for us. I swallow hard. Another video. Another clip. Another reminder that time doesn’t pause for heartbreak. Then I see it. A photo. Adrian stands beside Katerina. She’s radiant, her hand resting possessively on his arm. He’s smiling , the kind of smile that reaches his eyes. They look perfect. Regal. Untouched by the wreckage left behind.