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Collection of Best Relationship Stories

  • JUST DON’T QUIT

    JUST DON’T QUIT

    I was cuddling up in my blanket on a brisk winter morning. Not at all like every single other day, that day I got up before as I was exceptionally energized. It was my birthday, so I was happy. Like each and every other youngster, I also had made numerous arrangements concerning:

    • What will I do?

    • Which outfit I will wear?

    • Which chocolate to purchase for friends?

    • What to give someone in return a gift when they wish me?

    Furthermore, the rundown goes on. However, I was completely unaware of the Strom that was approaching me to dampen my enthusiasm for my birthday as I planned all of those things. Sadly, that was also my last birthday celebration. Consequently, as previously stated, I arose earlier in anticipation of my birthday. Kids are happiest on their birthdays because it is the only day of the year when they can get everything they want from their friends and family.

    I turned 10 today. I woke up early, put on a lovely purple dress, and got ready to meet my friends and go to school. I attended school. Every single person who was present in the classroom when I entered wished me a happy birthday. I got so wrecked by seeing all that. All that works then, at that point, went well indeed.

    We celebrated my birthday and afterward, the ringer rings and it was the time for a mid-day break. My classmates and I rushed straight to the canteen. It was time for me to give my friends my birthday party. As we were eating and talking about my plans for the evening, I suddenly felt as if my heart started to cry. I simply have no idea what was going on with me. There was a colossal grin all over, yet my eyes were having tears in them. My heart began to become heavy. The only sound coming from the corridor was my footsteps as I ran straight toward it. To get my handkerchief, I dashed as quickly as I could toward my classroom.

    When I got there, I saw a girl sitting alone under the bench in the classroom away from the rest of the world. I went there to find out who the girl was. What’s more, I saw my dearest companion who was my friend since I was conceived, and I saw her crying under the seat. I had no idea what was going on inside her head or what was causing her stress from the inside out. I was so worried because I had never seen her in that way before. I didn’t have any idea what I ought to do by then. I, therefore, approached her and instructed her to stand under the bench. I inquired, “What took place?” She began to weep even more strongly but did not respond. She didn’t even have the sense to say a word. I tried to comfort her, but I didn’t know that Strom was only a mile away. She abruptly took my hand and squeezed it harder as I tried to calm her down. “I’m missing your mom,” she said.

    I was more attached to her mother than she was to mine, so hearing that from her side was a little odd. She had no intention of explaining anything. I was so much closer to her family than to hers. It was sounding curious to me. But I said, “OK, it’s fine,” just to calm her down. You meet her when she comes to pick me up from school. Simple…. So, please stop crying and let’s go to the canteen.

    We were alone in the space around us. I was pausing my breathing just to hear something from the opposite side, yet nothing remained to be heard from her side. She finally responded, “No, I was not missing her… I was missing your real mother,” after a long silence.

    “What are you discussing?” I addressed.

    “Yes, you heard me right…. I was feeling the loss of your genuine mother. She passed away when you were only two days old, so you have no idea what happened. I also know very little about her, though I do recall some memories I shared with her. When I inquired about it, my mother elaborated on the events and explained why she passed away. She said so.

    At the time, I was so surprised. I was having no idea of what was occurring around me. That obscure tempest I have discussed first and foremost had hit me so gravely and left me of nowhere.

    My life completely changed overnight. There was pretty much nothing left equivalent to what it was a second prior. At the same time, I lost a part of myself. I kept saying that this couldn’t be true, that it wouldn’t happen, that it was just a bad dream, or that I was dreaming right now.

    “TELL ME YOU WERE LYING. TELL ME IT’S NOT TRUE.”, I shouted. Tears started rolling down my neck. I had felt so senseless. I had looked towards her with a puppy face and was waiting to hear some good from her side. I started questioning her with everything which was moving around my head.

    ➢ How did you know all of this?

    ➢ Then who is my real mom?

    ➢ Who’s the one whom I’m calling my mom for last ten years?

    ➢ How had all that happened?

    ➢ Why my family kept it a secret from me? etc.……

    She had responded to each and every one of my inquiries. The bell rang as she was answering all of my questions. We were both crying when everyone returned to the classroom. They all were attempting to stop the two of us, even the educators also. Teachers had inquired about the situation with a few of our friends, but no one knew. I recall today well overall. I had a very hard time comprehending that situation as a child. The only question that was causing me the most trouble was whether or not my family had kept such significant information from me. That day is still vividly etched in my mind. As a youngster, it was so challenging for me to figure out that. The only thing that was bothering me was my family’s decision to keep everything from me. At the point when I returned home, I had a go at getting some information about it. They basically overlooked my inquiry as though I have posed to them anything. I tried asking my father about it once more a few weeks later.

    “You are extremely fortunate, similar to Lord Krishna. He also had two mothers, as you know: one with whom he was born and the other with whom he was raised.

    He responded with irony. In the wake of paying attention to that response, I’ve concluded that I will track down everything about my mother on my own at this point. At the point when you had a go at finding everything about her, I got to realize that a significant number of individuals in our general public actually acclaim her to such an extent. Nonetheless, a lot of them miss her.

    I was told by an elderly uncle in our neighborhood, “You exactly look like your mother.” Everything about you, including your speech, smile, hair, and eyes, resembles her. Every single person who knew her adored her. At the point when she got pregnant, numerous family issues happened, however she didn’t empty. How a little youngster joins the speck to make a lovely picture similarly and with the same guiltlessness she held everybody together. She never gives up, no matter how hard the situation is. She always finds a solution with a smile on her face.

    After a long respite he added, “After when she brought forth you, she quickly got conceded due to the remissness of the specialist, a few veins of her got cut. The operation was carried out right away. Like the manner in which you didn’t have the opportunity to see her similarly, she additionally didn’t have opportunity and willpower to see you.”

    “I know, my Kid what’s happening inside your psyche yet dear, she didn’t bite the dust as a result of you. It was not at all your issue. You cannot alter the fact that it was her destiny. You excessively should major areas of strength for be her. ” he added.

    I inquired, “But why dad gave someone else her place?” after listening to him.

    “That another person is, in all honesty, your mom’s genuine sister. Additionally, your father did not assign anyone else to her position. They tied the knot just for you. he replied. Why, then? They weren’t told to do so by me. Also, why they all are concealing this from me?” I addressed.

    “All they want is to see you happy,” Why do you view everything negatively? You grumbled that your dad had concealed this from you, however, have you ever felt that if he could have informed you about this, he would have lost that lovely grin all over.” He said so.

    He continued, “Have you ever thought why a Young lady, who is the real sister of my mother, agreed to marry your father?” a moment later. I’ll tell you. She did that since she cherishes you to such an extent. Your family didn’t want you to know this because they were afraid they might ruin your childhood by telling you. I had a new perspective on the situation as a whole after having that conversation with that elderly uncle.

    Even as I write this, I can’t stop laughing when I think back to my 10th birthday in school and how, after the lunch break, everyone tried to stop my best friend and me from crying so hard that it took them three lectures to stop us. None of the teachers could take classes that day because they were all working to calm us down.

    As a result, both of my mother’s lessons taught me that that every problem has a solution. So, keep your cool and don’t give up.

  • Finding Myself

    Finding Myself

    We all are what the world, our family and the people around us make of us yet life always presents a turning page to this story of ours where we have two choices either we can be what we have always been or discover ourselves in an all new light. It’s like a new you a new world a new dimension.

    Everyone comes across this in their own unique way for some it’s through love for some through an opportunity. My reality too wasn’t far and came in knocking on my doors with no prior warning but in my case it was a tragedy, a weird and twisted sort of a blessing in disguise that no one had thought of. 

    The innocent Bengali girl who had lived her entire life in the sheltered atmosphere of her father and then husband, who was always taught that this is how it has always been and it will always be.  Marriage had to come at the top spot in a women’s ambition. 

    It was around the year 2014, my husband came in earlier from office then usual with a grim expression on his face something was amiss. I quickly silenced the kids and asked them to go play in the garden for sometime. I knew that there had been some tension in his workplace for quite some time yet today felt different. I walked into the room with a glass of water and asked what happened. He told in a dejected manner that his company has been having lay offs and this time it was him.  I took sometime to gulp down the hard fact. We had two kids to raise, living in NCR on single income and now this big blow, how will we be able to pay the installment of the home loan. What was to become of us, what would we do….

    A thousand questions clouded my mind………………

    Some time later when we had absorbed the shock of all this, we considered our options. It was decided that my husband would hunt for a new job while to support the family I too should start working, but what would i do with the kids so young, Teaching one of the biggest female employments of the country sounded right. The conditions were just appropriate.  

    All our savings were invested in my teachers training as I had only done my masters in science and never dared to opt for a profession and had got busy in marriage and domesticity.  When I started off I had my own set of doubts too will i or will i not be able to do this.

    Nevertheless I started training our routines started to change bit by bit every day, my kids were taught to be more independent day by day.

    4 years later………….

    Time flied as if it was just yesterday, I completed my training and got a job and started contributing to the household. My husband too found another job, my children grew up my elder one who was in 4th is now in 8th and is involved in a plethora of extracurricular activities my baby the younger one who was just in class1st is now in 5th and is a school prefect. All is well now except that I have changed, the journey, the exams, the studies, the colleagues changed and made me think in ways that I never thought  I could.

    I had seen how a woman’s life was to be dictated by the society, throughout yet there are so many who break the glass ceiling every day for themselves, their families, their parents and kids.

    I had learnt to appreciate that there was nothing wrong with living life on one’s own terms.

    I had started seeing the greys, the dark side of the relations that surround us, the decisions are elders forced on us deeming right.

    How it was taught that  apex selflessness defines and is the skin of women at it’s core. I realized on stepping out of the shade of the men in my life that we are all complete individuals and had the whole right to choose and decide for ourselves , how it is completely appropriate for women to prioritize themselves if it improves their well being and empowers them to take good and better care of them and their loved ones.

    Most importantly I had learnt  to let the wings grow, a lot of people lose themselves on this defined track of life by the society. We all are unique in our own ways yet get lost in mediocrity by the environment that dictates us what to do. At the end happiness is all that matters.

    Written by

    An Indian woman, A mother, A daughter, A wife, A human

    Song Recommendation to go with this read

    1. Daayre from Dilwale

    2. Kahaani from laal singh chadda

    3. Aashayein from Iqbal

    4. Abhi mujhme kahin from Agneepath

  • Of favorite sweaters and perfumes.

    Of favorite sweaters and perfumes.

    It had been 8 months since I last visited home, so this time around when I stepped out of the plane, the air hit me like nostalgia always did. When my dad said while putting my luggage in the trunk of the car, that things have changed around here, I did not believe him. Why would I? 8 months is not a long time in retrospect. The flyover construction was completed, okay, noted. There were more plants all over the city, okay, no big deal. The old staff quarter building of a government department was demolished. This was the change that stuck with me. For I had my fondest of memories in this place. For I buried a part of me in this place.

    To elaborate upon this, let me take you back to 2015. I had just fallen head over heels in love with a guy who was as equally in love with me. Shrey Sharma, the person who will have the softest spot in my heart, confessed his feelings just days after I realized that he is my first-ever crush. It felt surreal, like a movie, how often do you realize you have feelings for someone and then find out that theirs are stronger and more intense? We were teenagers, just two kids trying to figure out life, together.

    I don’t think I have had such intense feelings for anyone else in my life, and that thought has always scared me. I have accepted that Shrey and I are over, there’s nothing left of us, except warm feelings and a heart full of memories. But the thought that never will I ever experience that passion again leaves a void in my heart. As I stroll through the ruins of the quarters, my feet take me to the backside of the compound. It used to be our hiding place. Shrey and I would lie to our parents about our whereabouts and sit there for hours, just enjoying each other’s company. I never needed anything more, I still don’t. All I want is someone who would be equally happy to do mundane things, together.

    I sit underneath a tree and listen to some songs, just taking in the picture in front of my eyes. The ruins of the buildings strike a resemblance with how it feels to hold on to Shrey. Holding on to the thought of what we once were and the wishes of what we could have been. It is my heart that has prevented me from feeling those feelings again, maybe because it still holds on to Shrey, maybe because it fears being hurt again, or maybe because of some other reason that is unfathomable to my sane brain. Despite these thoughts clouding my brain, I start to dig just below the shrubs nearby, where Shrey and I buried a box. It was decided that when one of us would miss the other, to an extent that all they want is nothing but just a glimpse of the other, we would dig it up.

    I thought the idea was beautiful, that despite missing each other while our heart breaks, all we would want is a glimpse, for the fear of ruining the life of the other if we re-enter, would be too strong, it would be a selfless act then, just to feel close to each other again. I asked him to put my favorite pastel blue sweater that he wore on our first date in there, something I could hold on to instead of him. He asked me to put a bottle of my perfume in there, he associated nostalgia with smells. The bottle of perfume was there, though a third of it has been used up when I opened the lock of the box. Shrey did miss me. I do miss him. I sit with his sweater for a few minutes and then put it back, for I know that I will want just a glimpse of him again.

    I keep revisiting this place, in hopes that one day, we both would want the glimpse at the same time. Until that day, I will hold on to his memories, for they have always felt like the source of light that has kept my heart warm. 

  • A Journy Of True Love

    A Journy Of True Love

    Esther faced Ethan with her heart shaking from a range of feelings, including anguish, disbelief, and a glimmer of hope. They hadn’t seen each other in two years, when unfulfilled love and broken promises caused their friendship to fall apart. Standing in front of her, Ethan begged for forgiveness with guilt laden eyes.

    Ryan watched the interaction from a distance, his heart breaking for Esther. He has consistently shown his love and support for her throughout her life. He had seen her invest her whole being—her heart and soul—into her friendship with Ethan, only to watch her feel deceived and devastated by it. He then waited in the hopes that Esther would get the courage to select the love that would mend her scars.

    Esther’s voice trembled with restrained rage and lingering grief as she described the pain Ethan had inflicted, the way he had used her love and played with her emotions. She had evolved into a different person, a mere shadow of her previous self. Ryan, on the other hand, had never given up on her, relentlessly trying to break through the barriers she had erected around her heart.

    Days stretched into weeks, and Ryan’s efforts gradually wore through Esther’s armour. He treated her with compassion, empathy, and unconditional love, reminding her of the lively young woman she once was. Esther began to open up as a result of his steadfast support, allowing herself to heal and feel again. Their relationship developed into something more, a real love founded on trust and mutual respect.

    Then, on a bright Sunday, Esther and Ryan were wandering through a packed mall, their fingers interlaced. They came across Ethan, who was alone and defenceless, among the crowd. He approached them with despair on his face, appealing for forgiveness. Esther met Ethan’s gaze, a tornado of emotions storming within her. Memories of their past flooded her head, but she was stronger this time. She couldn’t deny the hurt he’d caused her, the way he’d broken her trust. She turned down his offer of another chance with a sad heart, revealing how profoundly he had damaged her.

    She spoke of the love she had discovered in Ryan, a love that had brought her back to life. She conveyed her gratitude for the lessons gained and the strength she had discovered inside herself. And in that moment, Esther made a decision—a decision to embrace the love that had proven to be sincere and enduring.

    A sensation of calm washed over her as she walked away from Ethan, hand in hand with Ryan. They had triumphed against adversity, heartache, and darkness. Their wedding day arrived three years later, surrounded by loved ones who had observed their journey. Esther and Ryan exchanged vows, promising to adore and support one another as they began a new chapter in their lives, one filled with true love and unwavering happiness.

  • Power of Love and Dreams

    “As I reached the upper steps of the staircase, I was petrified beyond imagination. As I took a few more steps towards the door, I said meekly, “Ilma? Are you alright, pari?” before opening the door with a creaking sound. And then, I saw her sitting on the bed, facing the window. A faint ray of sunlight was falling on her and it filled the whole room with a touch of calmness even though my mind was rushing with thoughts. Thoughts that mingled with each other, making me feel like a very powerful yet a very powerless person. I was still scared, scared of facing her, scared of looking into her eyes that are an expression of her thoughts. I suddenly felt very weak, difficult to even take a step further.

    After standing in the same position, trying to get back the strength, the unexpected happened. She turned her face. The face that once had the glow of the sun with the blossom of a cherry, eyes that told a new story of happiness and joy every day, had turned dull like an autumn tree. A tree that tries to look self-fulfilling even when it is incomplete. She called me saying, ” I was waiting for you, I knew you would come”. This made my heart sink. What if I had not listened to my wife and visited her. Maybe I would have shattered her last expectations too. Maybe I would have given another chance for the world to call me a selfish brother, a brother who couldn’t stand by her younger sister when she was going through the most painful days of her life. Maybe it would have been difficult to live with the heavy weight of that guilt.

    But I was happy that she still had expectations from me, even when I had been the worst brother, a brother who left her just because she followed her heart. Even when she had the courage to leave the house at such a young age, just to follow her dreams, to stand up to her expectations, I had failed her. The brother she loved and trusted more than anyone had left her alone.

    These thoughts kept me occupied as I moved towards her, taking each step carefully and nervously and sat down beside her. She tightly hugged me and all of a sudden, all my thoughts vanished in the air. Suddenly, the heart felt lighter and the mind felt very calm. It was like someone had thrown a huge bucket of cold water, washing away my guilt, sadness, and anxiety, all at once.

    It made me realize how she must have felt when she had sold her first painting, when she had organized her first exhibition, when she had opened her art gallery, when she had received all her awards. Like the guilt of leaving all she had and following her dreams, had finally been lifted. Finally, she was able to prove that her struggles were worth it all.

    But I knew that now she needed me, even when she had everything, she needed someone to take care, to make her the perfect cup of coffee like I used to, to get her favorite ice cream like the olden days, to give her all the love and care she had been away from since so many years and help her get back her health. It was a happy moment and a tear of happiness just trickled down my eyes and I immediately knew, there is nothing greater than the power of love and the courage of following your dreams. Everyone has the power to dream but only a few have the courage to get up and work to make those dreams come true.

  •  Love’s Endless Symphony

    Once upon a time, in a world of interconnected technology, two hearts found each other despite the vast distance that separated them. This is a story of a girl named Taylor and a boy named Liam, a tale of commitment and the power of love.

    Taylor and Liam lived in two different cities and were about 334.9 km away from each other, but Liam was an athlete who used to practice in the same city where Taylor lived. Liam met Taylor online with a help of a friend and as soon as they started talking Liam started liking Taylor and few days after talking, Liam confessed his feelings to Taylor and he found out that Taylor liked her too they started dating and they discovered similar interests in music and their life were not different, Taylor was the only girl child in her family and she had very strict parents, she was in high school and so was Liam but because Liam was an athlete he had to leave his studies and was focused on his game and Taylor was a doing well in her academics but still her mother was not satisfied with her and her mother use to demotivate her every possible way she could between all of this Taylor met Liam and now he became a part of her life and Liam had a very strict father but he was supportive but at the same time he was so disciplined and Liam used to party on his weekends which pissed him off. Liam and Taylor knew deep in their heart that they had found something rare and beautiful.

    Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and their love persisted. Soon Liam got an injury and the doctor said that it cannot be treated, that day Liam lost himself he felt helpless, he cried and got his first panic attack but Taylor supported her in every possible way she could, but the time Liam called Taylor and he said that he cannot do this relationship because he told Taylor that he will be going back to his home town and will be studying now and as soon as she heard she started crying out loud begging him to stay and she convinced Liam that she isn’t going anywhere and she is willing to do this long distance and after listening to her, Liam agreed but he did not want her to stay because he has been in a long distance before which did not go good and his ex cheated on him but he agrees and disconnected the call by saying “I love you, my princess”.

    So, it was the last week and Liam decided to give this week to his friends who supported him all these years one day he got a text from Taylor, that her parents are going out for some important work and will be back after a few hours and as soon as he heard that he was so excited to meet her and Liam said that he’ll be there in next 30 min and both got excited and they stayed on the call until he reaches her, both were nervous and happy at the same time.

    Liam was standing right outside of her apartment, as soon as he saw Taylor, he could feel his heart racing so fast and he was confused by his reaction and he prayed that she liked him too and she raised her hand, telling him to come closer to her, they walked hand in hand.

    He lifts his head 

    She’s staring at him

    Her eyes followed him

    “shit,” he whispers to no one   

    Taylor invited him to her house and they entered her house She took him to his bedroom she gave him the bracelet she ordered for them and they sat together and started feeling comfortable around each other, she showed him her childhood pics and introduced him to her favorite soft toy named “cinnamon”.

    Liam whispered, we didn’t hug

    Taylor was so happy after she heard that and they hugged each other tightly Taylor could sense his heart which was beating so fast till that time, it continued for the next five minutes and after that, they looked into each other eyes and they could feel that fire and Liam’s lips met her lips, that was their first kissed

    He described his first kiss saying,

    of all the words in the dictionary

    there are none to describe this feeling 

    of when your lips touched mine

    Then both sat there for a while, Taylors’ head was on Liam’s shoulder and both were describing their feeling to each other now it was time when Liam to leave as Taylor got a call from her mom saying they are coming back home, so she opened the door for Liam and before saying goodbye she hugged Liam so tight and he could feel her tears falling

    He said,

    Don’t cry princess, I am yours today, tomorrow, and forever.

    He kissed her on the forehead and make her a promise.  “This is the beginning of our story”.

  • The Eventful Night

    I was pacing like a mad man, walking up and down the hallway. I glanced at the grandfather clock – it was five o’clock, and I had only an hour and a half left to get ready. I made a couple of phone calls before I showered to make sure everything was in the right place. Tonight there was no room for messing up – it should be perfect. Speaking about perfect, I tried out every outfit in my closet to find the right one for the occasion. But later I discarded the idea for a new blue suit. I also decided to shave and get myself a new haircut from Bessel and Bunkers.

    I was all ready in an hour. I had half an hour to go and I had no idea what to do. I picked up the Vogue, skimming through the pages I have seen a dozen times now. It was the only thing I could do to kill time. Finally, I made my way to the porch. I knew that this was a huge step in my life and that a little bit of peace would be of some good. I watched the scene before me, as I counted the rise and fall of the tide. A few couples lingered on the beach, some of them holding hands and walking near the blue waters. The sun dipped low kissing the horizon. I knew that there were going to be more days like this, days full of peace and eternal beauty.

    I was back in the hall and noticed that it was six- twenty on the clock. I had to get going. I grabbed my keys and hopped into my car. Crystal’s house was only a few minutes away. Every turn came naturally, I have traveled these roads a million times and I knew them by heart.

    I pressed the doorbell and waited patiently. I watched the moths flutter near the light trying to concentrate on anything but the nervous feeling in my stomach. The door opened and Mr. Hutchinson looked at me like I was here for the first time. Mr. Hutchinson is Crystal’s father. He is a bald, patriotic man and would rather watch President Trump on TV than talk to an outsider. But when he does, he talks about his love for the nation and what a wonderful man John F. Kennedy was. He would often tell me “Kid, get into politics it would do you good.” Otherwise, he remained silent and once in a while questioned me about the working of things like the coffee machine.

    “Evening Sir,” I said, though he did not look pleased to see me.

    “Sure, it is going to be a hell of an evening,” he said, his voice lower than usual.

    “So you are taking Crystal out…huh” he continued.

    “Yes sir. I am” I replied ignoring his tone as a mere reflection of his character.

    “So….I want you to know that….” he started his usual advice but this time I was not listening. I looked behind him, at Crystal. She was making her way down the stairs. She was in hot red, her dress cutting low to show off her breasts and the slit along her thighs revealed the clear glow of her caramel thighs. Her hair waved down her shoulders like the way I always liked it. She smiled as she leaned over and kissed her dad goodbye.

    “So you ready,” she said like she knew what was going to happen already. I nodded and lead her to the car. The drive was long and there was a long silence between us. But it was not the awkward kind, I liked it.

    “I am going to stop here,” I said, breaking the silence. She just smiled at me and nodded. I love the way she went along with whatever I did. I knew she trusted me enough to do so. I parked the car near the eucalyptus forest. We stood there holding each other for a couple of minutes.

    “I am nervous,” she finally said.

    “Don’t be. I am sure they will love you” I said, my voice soft and comforting.

    “I hope so,” she said, her arms tightened around me as I pressed a kiss on her head. I was nervous too. Not that my family was mean to strangers but just the fact that she is new and I was not sure of what they were going to think of Crystal.

    I held her hand and walked into the forest. She did all the speaking. She spoke about how her brother was doing at North Western University and how she had to go to the veterinarian five times this week to get some vaccines for her Golden Retriever. She was nervous I could tell. She was constantly pulling at the strings on her purse and was biting her lower lip when I responded to her stories.

    I raced my palm along the wall that bordered the forest. It was covered with ivy. Chris was talking about her new neighbor when suddenly I was swallowed by the wall.

    “Dylan….Dylan are you okay?” she cried, her voice in full panic.

    “Chris, do you trust me,” I asked, smiling from the other side of the wall.

    “I do…but,” she said, panic still lingering in her voice.

    I stuck out my hand through the ivy and the hole in the wall. She grabbed it and before she knew it I pulled her through, and into my arms.

    “Keep your eyes closed,” I said, my voice almost a lost whisper in the wind.

    “Is something wrong?” she asked, concerned.

    I pressed a kiss on her shoulder, her neck, and finally her ear before I whispered “No darling. We are here. We are home.”

    She opened her eyes. And I was content to see her reaction, this was all I was waiting for.

    “Is this your family?” she asked.

    “Well, you said you wanted to meet my family. These are the people I consider as family.” I replied pointing to the large crowd near the bonfire.

    Her shock did not subside. She stood there in my arms and did not make a move.

    “You will be just fine. They are going to love you.” I said, pulling her towards the crowd.

    The event was set up exactly the way I imagined. Mom had the steaks going with a couple of my aunts. Dad was talking to my friends about the basketball game from the night before. Brian and Cassie, my siblings, are handing out drinks. And Brian’s partner Conner was the DJ for the night. I wanted Chris to meet everyone.

    Cassie was the super extrovert for the three of us. She loved having people over and was always making friends. It would be a surprise to know that someone in town was unaware of her whereabouts.

    She was the first to notice that we arrived. She ran across the lawn and into my arms. She pulled away scanning my face and said, “Don’t tell me you took the shot cut and brought her through the wall.” I do not know how she found out, but I nodded.

    “I would be lying if I said no,” I said with a shameless smile across my face.

    “Stop it, Cassie!” Mom’s voice came from behind Cassie.

    Cassie stepped back her arms up like she was standing in front of a cop. Mom embraced me “Daring, I am so happy that you planned this,” she said. I hugged her facing Cassie. She made a vulgar gesture I chose to ignore before she acknowledged Chris’s presence.

    “Leave Crystal to me. I will show her around. She will be okay” Mom said, pulling Chris towards the girls. Chris turned around, my mom’s hand was still firm on her arm. I gave her an apologetic look and waved simply until she looked away.

    “Man… What up?” Drake asked, pulling me towards his chest. Drake was my best friend from high school, he was the playmaker of The Royal Crown(our basketball team in high school). I high-fived the others, grabbing a coke as I joined the group in casual conversation.

    “So is she here?” Dad asked, his hand thrown over my shoulder. He was a casual man that knew very little about being a dad. He talked to me like he was a classmate since Kindergarten. He was different from all fathers. But I guess that just made it easier for me in many ways.

    “Nice suit Dylan” one of my friends complimented.

    I murmured “thank you”. I usually do not get complimented so I was trying to find something to say.

    But before I could come up with something Dad broke the unnoticed silence.

    “He has a better style since Crystal,” he said, “for his Prom, he showed me a shirt that said ‘Vampires Rule’ and thought that it would be the best match with a khaki pants” he continued.

    I looked down hiding my embarrassment. “My partner liked me in khaki,” I replied.

    “Sure she would have liked a bald head and a naked guy,” my father replied. “doesn’t mean you lose your sense of dressing,” he added.

    Everyone laughed at that and I bowed low taking a good minute to look at myself. Indeed my fashion has improved since Chris. Speaking of Chris I looked around and caught her eye. She smiled at me and waved. I waved back but before I could get her response my sister pulled her aside introducing another of her friends.

    In the next few hours, I met my classmates and a couple of family members. They all had flown in from Canada to attend this event. I only mentioned it a couple of times and they insisted that they come. It was important for them to meet the woman that will potentially become my wife.

    Dad called Chris to the house for some reason that I was not supposed to know. She was good with people and I saw that all those nerves were now gone as she walked out of the house, her laughter full and real. She had changed her outfit and was now dressed in white shorts and a red tank top. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and her legs……I looked around to see if anyone noticed the young, teenage look on my face. I shook my face and my head a bit dizzy at the sight of her. I looked away, urging myself to stay interested in the conversation Matt seemed excited about. I nodded stupidly, as my mind returned to Chris.

    Hours later we all gathered around the fire. Our s’mores were ready and mama joined in as we shared “talent”. Conner had an unbelievable talent for beatboxing, I knew that I should not have expected anything less from a DJ. Cassie was excellent at the guitar and sang a few songs urging Chris to sing along. Chris was enjoying herself, her face bright and attentive as she listened to Cassie rattle about the club down the street. She looked so beautiful and I knew that we would have many more nights like this, just me and her. Her hair was flying a few stands brushing her face. She reached up and tucked a few strands behind her ear. I smiled to myself imagining myself do that, imagining myself running my hands through her hair. She turned and looked my way – I froze my heart beating fast. I looked away and tried to look for some sort of conversation to join but failed. Everyone was talking to one person or the other. I had no choice but to look back. And when I did she raised an eyebrow in silent question – What?

    I nodded simply, she smiled at me, her rich, red lips curving upward. I cursed under my breath. She loved it when I admired her secretly and enjoyed teasing me when I caught me doing it.

    “You are no less than a teenager” she would say. Something that I don’t take as a compliment.

    The evening was closing in – a few stars were already insight. The group was still singing songs and sharing stories. Little did I know that they were going in a certain order. When Cassie said, “So Dylan I guess it is your turn now.”

    I stared at the audience. Me! I knew nothing about talent. I could play the piano, but there was no piano here so I dismissed the idea.

    “Me! No! I will pass.” I said.

    “Come on Dylan, show us something!” Conner yelled, the rest of the group cheering in unison. I looked at Chris, she simply tilted her head urging me to please the crowd – “Show us something” she said, echoing Cassie’s words.

    I waited for something…but I had nothing to share. I leaned back against the tree. I ran my hands through my hair trying to come up with something. There was a low whisper initially, the words got louder as everyone chanted. It took a while before I registered them – “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

    I opened my mouth in shock, instantly glaring at Cassie. It must have been her idea. She shrugged, continuing the chant a little louder.

    “No, come on, that is no talent.”

    The chanting descended as Cassie exclaimed, “It sure is a talent, isn’t it? “

    The crowd agreed in a roaring cheer. I looked at Chris as she walked towards me.

    I would kiss her every minute, every hour, and every day but now, with these people watching. Chris and I had never been so public as a couple.

    When Chris was a few inches away, the crowd watched in delight as she pulled me by the shirt, and wrapped her hands around my neck. In response, I held her hip. She pulled me close, her lips hard on mine at first and then gentle with much more passion and love. I ran my hands through her hair as I imagined. The crowd gasped at the sight, he gave them not more than a few minutes to feast their eyes. I shifted Chris pinning her to the tree trunk, blocking their view as I kissed her in return. The crowd sighed in disappointment as I remained there as long as the kiss lasted.

  • Threads of Serendipity

    Threads of Serendipity

    In a small, quiet town amidst rolling hills, a tale of resilience and love unfolded, Sarah a single mother with a heart of gold, faced the trials of life with unwavering strength daily. With every sunrise, Sarah woke up before dawn to tend to her son, Liam who was born with a rare genetic condition. Liam’s fragile health required constant care, and Sarah dedicated her life to ensuring his well-being. She juggled multiple jobs, sacrificing her desire to provide for her son’s medical needs and expenses.

    Despite the overwhelming challenges, Sarah never lost hope and carried a flickering flame of optimism within her, fueling her determination to give Liam the best life possible. She also taught Liam to see the beauty in every day and to cherish the simplest of joys.

    Sarah received a letter that would forever change their lives one cold winter day. It was a scholarship offer from a prestigious university for Liam. Overwhelmed with gratitude and joy, tears streamed down Sarah’s face as she realized the opportunity this presented for her beloved son. Liam’s eyes sparkled with excitement as they embarked on their journey to the city. The bustling streets, towering buildings, and vibrant culture were a complete contrast to them, and while taking it all in Sarah’s heart filled with a mix of fear and hope.

    As Liam settled into his new academic life, Sarah found solace in a nearby Cafe, where she met a man named Ethan, a kind-hearted singer with a gentle smile. Their chance encounter soon blossomed into a deep connection, their shared experiences forging an unbreakable bond. Ethan too had faced his share of hardships. He had lost his sight in a tragic accident, and the world had become drapes of darkness, but within him burned an unyielding spirit, and he poured his emotions onto the stage, his words and sounds offering solace to others.

    Soon, Sarah and Ethan together defied the odds as they wove a tapestry of love, empathy, and unwavering support, each helping the other to find strength when doubt threatened to consume them. Sarah’s optimism and Ethan’s words became beacons of hope, lighting the path forward.

    As the years passed, Liam’s health stabilized, his potential flourished, and with Sarah and Ethan by his side, he graduated with honors, a testament to their unwavering belief in him, and their life became a story of triumph over adversity as they changed their scars of life’s trials into badges of honor, and testaments to the unbreakable human spirit.

  • The Last Day

    It was a bright sunny day in May , when Emma , A 16- year old girl , finished high school. It was the last day of her school. Everyone around her was going through an emotional overload. There was happiness on everyone’s face , yet a gloomy vibe. There was a separation between friends , classmates , students and teachers. From writing on each other’s shirts to gifting each other personalized stuff , everyone was busy in their own friend groups. Emma , was also feeling overwhelmed , leaving her few friends. One of her friends was leaving for abroad , another friend to a new city , and at the end , she was left alone in the old town. Emma was ready to leave for her home , suddenly a boy stopped her. Who was he? Emma’s crush!

    He gave Emma a personalized gift. Emma was delighted but felt her heart broken when she came to know that he was leaving for abroad within a few months. They decided to spend these last months with each other. They went on outings , had special dates , and what not. Everything was perfect and smooth. But , the final day came when he had to leave. Emma gifted him with some of her personal belongings as a gesture of love and gratitude, and he left for his own new journey. Emma was going through a wave of melancholy without him. She missed him so much that everything in the town made her cry. His memories were lying in every corner of town, in every book in library, in every breeze.

    They used to chat once a week, then once a month, and then years went without him. He promised Emma that he will definitely come to meet her , but that day never came and Emma was still living in the hope to meet him, though she knew it would be hard and he would never come back to her.

    I was listening to this story narrated by my innocent patient , to her friend who used to come every single day, from the past one year. I was in tears but had to hold them as it was a part of my job to treat her. Wiping my tears, I went to my innocent patient and asked her friend to wait outside. I being a Therapist did the treatment to my innocent patient , Emma. Yes , she had Alzheimer’s , and the friend was her crush , who returned from abroad , fulfilling his promise to meet Emma , but was shocked to know her state. Every evening , Emma used to get a memory loss for a certain period , and she used to express her emotions to him , unknowingly that he was the main character she was waiting for.

  • A Social Butterfly to Recluse: A Breakup Tale.

    A 20-year-old girl 5 feet tall with a darker skin tone and medium-length straight hair is as dark as the forest. She loves to do everything with joy. Without hesitation, she helps others. Everyone says that no one will work like Rebecca. She works for four houses. Her work is to wash the clothes, clean the houses, wash the vessels, and so on. Rebecca is a good soul, and anyone who talks to her will fall in love with her. But her life was turned upside down when her father and mother died in an accident when she was in the 8th grade. 

    One day she went to the park on her off day, and there she met a person called Harish. He was playing with his dog in the park. Suddenly, Harish’s dog came to Rebecca and barked at her. She was frightened. Harish ran to her and asked, “Sorry.” The next day, she again met Harish and his dog. They are both playing at the same park. She went to them and joined them. Harish and Rebecca become friends. They used to meet every evening and talk about many things about themselves. Later, their friendship moves to the next level. They fall in love with each other. 

    Rebecca was so happy that she found her soulmate. Harish seems like a nice person to her. She believes him. As she longs for a good relationship, she profoundly loves Harish without knowing him. Rebecca didn’t have a chance to say about her work to Harish. Somehow she tried to tell him everything about her work but couldn’t. Time flies, and it’s been a year since they both fell in love. 

    Later on, Rebecca wants to marry Harish. So, she wants to say everything about her to Harish. On the same day evening, they both met in a coffee shop. There she thought about speaking about her life and her work. But Harish didn’t utter a word to her. Because he came to know that she was working as a maid, but he didn’t want their relationship to move to the next level. She somehow tries to convince him. So he broke their relationship and went on. After the arrival of Harish in her life, Rebecca thinks that he is everything. She is so sensitive to getting herself away from him. So she went into a depressed state. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. An extroverted young lady becomes an introvert after her breakup.