Privacy Policy

 We value your privacy and are committed to protecting your personal information. This Privacy Policy explains how our storytelling web/app collects, uses, and safeguards user data.


1. Information We Collect

We may collect limited information when you use our app, including: Basic details such as name or email address (only if you choose to provide them) App usage data (stories viewed, interactions, preferences) Device and browser information for performance and analytics purposes

2. How We Use Information The collected information is used to: Improve user experience Recommend relevant stories Fix technical issues and maintain app performance Provide user support.

3. Data Security

We implement reasonable security measures to protect your personal data. However, please note that no method of online transmission is 100% secure.

4. Third-Party Services

Our app may use third-party services such as analytics or advertising tools. These services follow their own privacy policies.


5. Policy Updates

We may update this Privacy Policy from time to time. Any changes will be reflected on this page.



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