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Collection of Best Relationship Stories

  • Bound By Destiny

    Bound By Destiny

    Once upon atime in city of Dubai, a lonely dog named Taurus roamed in the streets in search of food and shelter. He longed for companionship amidst his solitary existence. One fine day, Taurus came across a girl named Snaju, sitting on a bench in tears. Sanju had recently moved to the city,feeling lost and missing her old friends. Without knowing to her, Taurus approached to her and gently nuzzled her hand.

    Startled by unexpected gesture, Sanju looked into Taurus’s eyes and felt a glimmer of hope.She reached out to pet him, forming an unbreakable bond between them.Taurus and Sanju became inseparable, exploring the city together and sharing stolen picnics. Taurus had never known such happiness, and Sanju found solace in her newfound Friend.One rainy day evening, Taurus led Sanju to an abandoned building, seeking shelter from the rain, they discovered some furniture and forgotten treasures inside, Among the debris, Sanju found a dusty paint set. Inspired by the moment, she painted Taurus’s potrait capturing his playful spirit. Taurus wagged his tail in delight, grateful for the gift of friendship and the chance to bring joy to Sanju’s life.

    Words spread about Sanju’s artistic talent, attracting attention from locals and art enthusiasts. The painting of Taurus became symbol of their remarkable bond, and soon enough Taurus’s days of loneliness were a distant memory. Sanju’s talent blossomed and she discovered her true passion for art, inspired by the unbreakable bond she shared with Taurus. Together, they transformed the abandoned building into a vibrant art studion and gallery named “Sanju n Taurus Art Gallery”, where people from all walks of life gathered to witness the beauty of their friendship captured on canvas. Taurus and Sanju’s story became a testament to the power of unlikely connections and the transformative magic that can be found in the simplest of companionships.

    And so, in the heart of Dubai, their legacy lived on, reminding everyone that sometimes the most extraordinary friendships are found in the most unexpected places. And it shows the clear picture that bond bounded by destiny is grestest and unbreakable bond.

  •  From Dreams to Reality:  Embracing the Adventure 

     From Dreams to Reality:  Embracing the Adventure 

    As a 20-year-old navigating the journey of growing up, I often find myself reflecting on the challenges and experiences that have shaped me into the person I am today. It’s been a rollercoaster ride filled with excitement, uncertainty, and valuable life lessons.

    One of the biggest things I’ve discovered while growing up is finding my true self. During my teenage years, I constantly questioned who I really was and where I fit in. There were so many expectations from others and from myself that it felt overwhelming at times. But as I took the time to reflect on my passions and embrace what makes me unique, I realized that my true identity comes from being genuine and staying true to who I am at the core.

    Another aspect of growing up that has been both challenging and rewarding is navigating relationships. Whether it’s friendships, romantic partners, or family dynamics, relationships can be complicated. I’ve learned the importance of effective communication, resolving conflicts, and setting boundaries. Some friendships have grown stronger, while others have naturally faded away. Each connection has taught me something about myself and the kind of people I want to surround myself with – those who support and uplift me.

    Education and career choices have also played a significant role in my journey. The pressure to make the “right” decisions can be overwhelming. But what I’ve come to realize is that it’s okay to explore different interests and paths. It’s a process of self-discovery and growth, where I’ve learned to embrace change and take advantage of the opportunities that come my way. Each step, no matter how uncertain, has led me to new and unexpected experiences that have shaped my future.

    Amidst the challenges, there have been countless moments of joy and wonder. Trying out new hobbies, exploring different places, and immersing myself in diverse cultures have broadened my horizons and given me a fresh perspective on life. I’ve also had the privilege of meeting incredible individuals who have inspired and influenced me, leaving an everlasting impact on my heart.

    As I reflect on my journey so far, I can’t help but feel excited about what lies ahead. The future is an open book, waiting to be written. It’s an ongoing adventure that invites me to step out of my comfort zone, embrace new opportunities, and continue growing. There will be ups and downs, successes and setbacks, but I’m determined to make the most of every moment and keep evolving as a person.

    The story of growing up is far from over. It’s a beautiful tapestry of experiences, passions, and personal growth that continues to unfold. I eagerly look forward to the next chapter, where I’ll discover more about myself and the world around me. Life is full of possibilities, and I’m excited to see where it takes me next. The journey continues, and I’m ready to embrace it with open arms.

  • Bruno

     The time was 5:30 P.M  right now, my heart started to think about the one who would be waiting for me at my home. I am watching the watch to check how many minutes remaining for 6;00 P.M.  The needles inside in my watch started to ran in a lazy manner and it is not even moving with the fast it usually it would be on Sunday. For each and every 10 seconds , I was checking on my watch because I felt the gap as 11 minutes. Somehow after a long felt  wait , the time was 6;00 P.M. Then I came out of the  office and started to walking in the roads with a adrenaline rush. when I was on a hurry, my eyes saw a bakery with chicken roll.  It is the most oved food by the creature which was longing for my wait in my home.  I brought two rolls with a cake. Finally , I reached my house and I opened my home’s door. A waggling tail being came with a whimpering towards me with a saying of miss you. I had showed the roll and the cake to my beloved dog Bruno and it showed me cherishing dance to explain it’s happiness. 

    Yes I had been long waiting for the time to meet my dog Bruno.  Because Bruno was the only family member  left to me and other’s had been staying in the heaven for  the last 2 years.  2 years ago , my family met with a bus accident when they were returning to my hometown for my fiancee’s baby shower function. I was planned to leave the city 2 days after their travel. But worst things happened which was not even a thought in my dream. I was totally shattered and I felt there is no reason to live.  when i was feeling hopeless to live, one day I saw a puppy who was lying near his mother’s corpse . The mother dog was met with a car accident when it was crossing the road. The people in the road were not even considering that puppy. I felt the puppy will also felt the same feeling which I had experienced. That time I decided to adopt that being and to name it as “Bruno”.

  • The Nest

    The Nest

     The world stopped when i saw her, with her beautiful white wings and black beak. She sat perched on a balcony, her wings open and shimmering, almost silver. I gave in to my desires and decided I would watch her, since it was already a very dull, rainy day and flying around was harder than usual.

         She sat there very still, even when it rained, and thundered, and the breeze almost threw her off. Unlike the sky, she looked happy. I finally mustered up the courage to approach her. I opened my dark wings, as black as the dirt bags around the building, and felt the other birds move away from me. I’m used to this, as a vulture. It is always the same, wherever I go, but I must enter the city for food. I know I would scare her as well, since she is simply a gentle pigeon, but I could not stop myself from flying towards her. I landed beside her as softly as possible, my wings almost knocking her off as we were very close.

        I was surprised when I realized she made no move at all. She simply smiled at me and bowed deeply as though she had been waiting for me, or for someone like me. I wanted to protect her then, it would not be very hard to do so. I am strong.

       After some hours she looked at me full of anticipation and asked me how long she would have to wait before I would eat her. She did not look afraid, she only looked small and happy. I was confused by this expression of hers. 

      I looked away immediately, insulted. That was when the nest caught my eye. In the nest laid a male pigeon, covered in blood. His huge plain grey wings were forever framed as a shield to three baby birds, all hugging and dead. It was the humans, I could tell. They were crushed with sticks and left to die hanging at the edge of the AC unit.

        She smiled at me again. She is the strongest. I did not smile or look at her again. I also did not leave. We watched the sun set together, and our hearts continued to break, the way evening slowly breaks into night.

  • 1. “Fated Encounters: A Love Story in the Heart of NYC”

    In the middle of the hustle and bustle of New York City, a most unusual love tale began to take shape. Lily and Alex, two strangers who had just met, struck up a conversation while riding the busy tube. When their eyes briefly locked, an eerie connection developed between them.

    Alex was a bright astronomer with a love for the stars, and Lily was a fiercely independent dancer. Though they came from worlds that couldn’t have been more dissimilar from one another, fate had inexplicably crossed their paths.

    They became closer as a result of several unplanned meetings. They learned they had a common love of exploration and an endless curiosity about the globe. Alex opened Lily’s eyes to the elegance and beauty of movement as Lily eyes to the cosmos’ marvels and the size of the universe.

    They both shared a passion for discovering life’s mysteries, which fueled their love. Walking hand in hand through the city streets at night, they would trace constellations in the starry sky and dance beneath the light of the streetlamps. Within the disorderly cityscape, they fashioned their own personal universe—a heaven of affection and kinship.

    The difficulties they experienced, however, increased as their love . Lily was given the chance to join a prominent dancing company in Paris, while Alex was given the chance to work as a researcher in Tokyo. Their hearts ached at the thought of being divided by oceans and time zones.

    They agreed to meet together in separate parts of the world to overcome the distance that threatened to keep them apart as she set off on her dance trip and Alex continued his studies.

    They travelled separate paths for years, yet their bond remained strong. They would get together in faraway places, dancing in the streets of Paris, stargazing on Hawaiian beaches, and spending peaceful hours in Tokyo’s cherry blossom gardens.

    Their relationship became a symbol of how strong the human spirit can be. Despite the distance separating them, they found comfort in their common experiences and relished their time spent together. The traditional limitations of time and space were disregarded in their love tale.

    The day arrived when they were both prepared to establish roots.

    While Lily’s dance career brought her to a top ballet company in London, Alex was able to continue his studies at a renowned observatory in Cape Town.

    They met up again in London, their hearts bursting with happiness. Lily and Alex created a life together while embracing the city’s thriving artistic community and taking in the wonders of the cosmos. Their unusual tube encounter had led to a blossoming love story that defied all expectations.

    Their unusual love tale serves as a reminder that love transcends all limitations, even those of time, space, and social conventions. Lily and Alex became live examples of how real love can be found in the most unlikely locations and can endure distance as long as two hearts are committed to each other.

  • Changes

    She stood there, did not cry, no tears, no emotions; she could only see how much has changed in what seemed to be a very short time

    Eight years ago, she was just a girl in college, in her late teens, trying to figure out life and career. That’s when he came chasing her, making her fall in love. Until then, she was foreign to the idea of love. She was the clown of her friend group, making others laugh; she was the mother of her friend group, letting others come to her for any sorrow; she was the brain of her friend group, helping everyone with whatever she can. What she was not was that she was never the relationship advisor. But after his entry, everything changed. She became more soft, more relaxed with the idea of being in love, being loved, being cherished. She never thought she was ever capable of feeling all these.

    Two years into the relationship and she understood, this is not going to be a bed of roses. It’s going to be war. He isn’t exactly the him she thought to be, but he still loved her with all he had, and that was her only string of hope. She stood by that. For his love, for his commitment, she stood by, never wanting to “disappoint” a boy who loved her passionately. 

    Fast forward to 2021, it is the pandemic era. Everyone are stuck at home. Few started working from office, but most were anxious and panicked towards everything. She was one among them. Her anxiety never stopped. She was worried about her old father, her family and everyone around her. To add fuel to that fire, she got sick with the deadly virus. She was struggling with her mental and physical health, and that’s when he started gradually leaving her hands which once he held so tight that they had wrist marks all over. He started leaving her because a new girl introduced herself to him, his office colleague, a girl few years younger than both of them. The girl was optimistic, young, passionate and full of youthful energy, unlike her, who is drowning in anxiety and panic. So yes, the new one was the better choice by all means. He convinced himself slowly but he still did not leave her completely. He held on to her, not quite tightly, he held on not leaving her, at the same time not quite holding her the way she knows how he used to. She started getting into a depressive zone because ofcourse the changes in him are evident but she could not put a finger on what exactly has changed. She trusted him with all that she had and never in her worst nightmares did she think he will be involved with another girl. 

    They fought regularly during these days. She was drowning and drowning into deep depression everyday until one day she could not take it anymore. She stopped talking to him, she thought it would give him some space, some understanding . Maybe it would help her also with some perspective because she was blaming it all on herself continuously, because she considered him someone incapable of doing anything wrong, because she grew up listening to everyone telling how clumsy she is with anything she does. She couldn’t help but blame herself for everything that went wrong in her life.  But all it did was to give him more leverage, more reasons to leave her. He left her, once and for all; and she did not know, she did not know she was being left by the one she loved for the past 7.5 years. 

    She tried to contact him. She tried to be in touch and that’s when he told her about all these, about how another girl from his office trapped him into an illicit affair. She being the protective one she is (and the dumb one she is) tried with all her might to make him hers, to help him come out of it, help him out of this “trap”. But all it did was give him more and more reasons to justify his and his new girl’s behavior. His family thrashed her, he spoke mean words to her; she still stood strong because she wanted to “protect” him. But finally one day, she realized it’s of no use, so she decided to meet him one last time, close it, close the relationship she built with her blood, sweat and tears, yes, close it forever. 

    They met at their favorite cafe. Ironically, he was crying, she was not. She stood strong because she did not want to emotionally manipulate his decisions. He wanted to be with the new girl because he would not have gone to a second woman had the first woman being capable, yes, that’s what he said. They sat there and spoke for hours, he cried, never apologized, but cried. She listened. 

    Every memory in that cafe was special to them. The cappuccino, the strawberry-orange mocktail, the English breakfast, the chamomile tea, the interiors of the cafe, the incessant number of photos they took everytime they visited the cafe and the choco-fudge brownie he always buys for her as a takeaway during the billing; every single thing was special. But not anymore. He billed and was waiting to go out while she stood there, without crying, no tears, no emotions; she could only see how much has changed in what seemed to be a very short time, less than a year. An eight-year long relationship crumbled down in less than a year infront of her eyes. She could not do anything but watch, watch everything she built go down.  

    They had become strangers from whatever they were before. She couldn’t label that relationship anymore. She could not see the world the same anymore. Everything has changed. 

  • Hasrat

    Hasrat

    In the small town named Malana lived a young girl named Hasrat. She had rosy little cheeks and brown eyes that her mother adored. She said that they reminded her of Hasrat’s father who died in a car crash when she was just 11 months old.

    That day she had been waiting for her mother for an hour in her school and still, there was no sign of her. So she decided to climb into the regular bus to her village that always left at 2. She looked at her watch, it was 1:30. So without wasting any time, she trotted off to the bus stop.

    By the time she reached the bus stop, she was panting and sweating profusely. As soon as the bus started she opened the window and started looking at the trees and fields outside. The bus passed by the market from which her mother used to buy her sweets of all kinds from Raju Kaka’s shop and her mouth began watering after seeing the Rasmalai, Gulab Jamun, and loads of other sweets that were on display.

    Suddenly the bus halted and she started walking towards her home and started singing the poem that her teacher taught her that day. Soon she reached the well near which her little sister always ran and hugged her tightly as soon as she came back from school but today she was not there. A very weird feeling crept into her but she decided to ignore it and went ahead. But as soon as she saw her reflection in the well she knew what was wrong. She sprinted toward her home. Her pigtails that were always neat were unkempt, and her uniform was bedraggled. A sudden fear started creeping her and all her nightmares started flashing in front of her eyes.

    She reached her home but no one was there. She kept shouting, “Ma!” and entered her mom’s room. No one was there. She dropped to the floor and tears started trickling down her face. She wanted her mom to hug her and console her but her mom would never be there for her. She was dead. Reality struck her and she realized that it’s been a week since her mom passed away and now she lived with her grandparents in the city. Her tears knew no bounds and she sat there in the dark room crying silently.

  • 𝙈𝙔 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔

    𝙈𝙔 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔

    Love, I knew what love is, but I did not know the true meaning of love. Once upon a time I talked to a girl online. We didn’t know each other but still used to talk, while talking everyday everyone came to know about each other. But I don’t know when I got used to him while talking, I used to wait for hours for his message and as soon as his message came, a lovely smile used to come on my face.

    I didn’t know why this was happening but I felt good talking to him, I had not fallen in love with him, yes love and that too true love. But I was not able to say this to him, I had a strange fear in my mind that he might not stop talking to me. So I let everything go on as it was. One day his message came, I don’t know what was there that day but there was something strange in my mind, now I didn’t know whether it was good or bad. I replied to her message, she was very scared, she said I want to tell you something, I was scared.

    He said that I have not fallen in love with you, I could not digest this but it was true. I immediately expressed my love to him. That day was the best day for me. Of course, our relationship was long distance but I loved him very much. We used to talk sweetly everyday. Everything used to go well, only one thing of hers bothered me, she used to reply to messages after a long time. But I didn’t say anything about this.

    But this thing was becoming too much for him. I used to message her, she used to reply after 2-4 days. I used to feel bad that she used to give more priority to studies, but as if she was forgetting me.

    But my love for him never decreased. He stopped talking to me, his message used to come after 2-2 months but I don’t know because my anger used to turn into love when his message came. I talked to him about this and we also had a fight. I told him that I love you very much, I will wait for you forever. I said, you have to pay attention to your career, neither do you come with me.

    But as if he had forgotten the dead, he had stopped talking. As if it was never there in his life. It’s been 1 year since we talked, I am still waiting for his message. He had taught me how to love, but he also taught me why not to love.

  • I met an old lady smoking at a tea stall

    I met an old lady smoking at a tea stall

    100 rupees, that is all I had in my pockets and trust me, this is nothing if you wish to go to any café, am not even talking about a fancy one but the basic.

    You know what life takes a turn when you least expect it to and the same happened with me. I love dancing but my parents think joining a dance class when I can learn freely from YouTube is a waste of money. Hence, I finally decided to look for some internships during my post Boards vacation to earn and spend on things I love.

    Talking about the turning point in my life, I met an old lady smoking at a tea stall. This is uncommon in a country like India and for me, very uncommon. In my house, we don’t even talk about alcohol or smoking. I was coming back from my friend’s house after playing on PS and saw her.

    She was wearing a white saree and blue blouse, I could remember my granny who used to stay with us, we had a not so good bonding, she hated my younger sibling as she was a girl and how could my parents give her birth, they should have aborted her and so on. She never had any issues with me but I would choose my sis over her, OF COURSE. She passed away a year back and she looked similar to what I was seeing at a tea stall except for the smoking part.

    I went to her and not making her feel uncomfortable, I asked bhaiya for a cup of tea, I am not a chai person but today, just out of curiosity to know more about that lady, I took one. I had so many questions to ask or maybe just talk to her but I got numb, I was blank when I went near her. She was almost done and was about to leave after paying the shopkeeper and she just left. I stood there with a blank face, I gave tea to the beggar sitting on the opposite side of the stall and was about to follow her but to my surprise, she disappeared.

  • A THURSDAY


    Sisel stood in a corner watching the cheerful people around her dancing to the American beats with glasses in their hands. She swayed her head from left to right, trying to find someone involved in something else but couldn’t. Until her eyes could stretch, people danced, sang, and drank.

    Dejected, she pulled her dress lower. She didn’t want to attend the party in the first place, but her mother forced her. Her words, “This is how you will behave?”
     “Mom, but I don’t like such things.”
    “Yes, I very well know what you like. Sitting in this room, reading these nonsense books the whole day and roaming with your stupid friends at night.”

    “How can you say that! Yes, I enjoy reading, is it something wrong? And I chill with my friends at night. You also know I go to the park for fresh air.”

    “And what good it brings?”

    “It gives me peace, happiness, satisfaction, and energy to carry on with life.”

    “Oh shut up, these poetic words, that’s all you have learned from these stupid books,” she grabbed the book from her hand.

    “Mom, return that back to me.”

    “Listen, Sisel, you are my daughter — Mrs Brown, one of the fashionista of the city. Live to my esteem. You are going today to the party and don’t spoil my reputation. I will send you a dress and driver till night.”

    “But Mom! I don’t fit in there!”

    “You definitely will. You are my daughter,” and she left the room.

    Sisel exhaled, recalling her mother’s words. She thought to himself, “Yes, I am her daughter, but I can differ in traits. Why she thinks I like what she liked, I love how she lived, and I desire what she desired.”

    The volume increased in the background, and Sisel moved across the pool to suppress the sound.

    “Hey, you are Mrs Brown’s daughter, right?”
    “Yes, hello, myself Sisel Brown.”
    “Oh, hello darling,” she immediately hugged her, “nice to meet you.”
    She was confused. Neither she knew the woman nor did she know how to react.
    “Do you recognise me?”
    “Ahhh…” she smiled awkwardly, thinking, “Have I even met her before?”
    “Oh, no problem, no problem. I can understand it had been a long time since we met last. Myself, Rosy, Rosy Bieber. Your mother and I are full-time shopping enthusiasts. We never miss a new or trendy collection in the market.”
    “Oh hello, nice meeting you.”
    “Nice meeting you too dear, I must say this dress looks gorgeous on you. The light green colour, the shimmer, and the pearl jewellery are so on the spot. You have your mother’s taste.”She wanted to say it was her mother who decided the outfit—but thought better not.

    The waiter came from the side. “Would you like something, ma’am?”
    “Yes, sure,” and Mrs Rosy picked a wine glass.
    “No, thanks,” Sisel replied
    .“What! Mrs Rosy’s daughter’s empty-handed. No, no, no, it doesn’t suit you! Take,” she picked up another wine glass and handed it to her.

    She took it but she had never drank before. She was starting at the glass with a great desire to keep it down, but her mother’s words, “Live to my reputation,” stopped her.

    “Drink, drink, don’t be shy,” she pushed the glass into her mouth. She sipped once, twice, thrice, before Mrs Rosy let her go. Instantly struggling to swallow, she couldn’t bear it. Still, she forced a smile on her face and said, “Nice meeting you. Will take your leave now.”
    “Yes sure, dear. Will meet again.” She smiled and ran from there towards the exit. But she has to cross the dance floor before she could leave this party!

    Coughing, she skids into the crowd, trying to avoid people as much as she can. Still, she bumped into a lady, “I am sorry,”
    “No problem. Hey, you are Sisel, right? What a pleasant surprise!” she said with a big smile.
    “Hello,” she replied slowly.
    “You look fantastic, totally like your mother. Confident, bold, yet elegant at the same time. Come, darling, dance with us.”
    She wanted to shout, “NO! NO!” but her mother’s face came before her eyes and she started dancing with the ladies.

    After 10 minutes of useless movement, she couldn’t tolerate it anymore. She moved her eyes towards the lady, busy swaying with the beat followed by the lot. She walked to her. “Nice meeting you. I will take your leave now,” she said, forcing a smile on her face and trying to remain as calm as possible.

    “Please say yes!” she prayed.
    “Yes, sure Sisel. Will see you soon.”
    “Thank you,” and she ran towards her car.

    Opening the gate, she sat inside instructing the driver, “Drive home.” As the car started moving away, she relaxed.

    She sat back, recalling how tensed she had been in the last few hours. Though it was a party, she couldn’t enjoy it. How desperately she wanted to run from there and put off these jewels! “Why Mom didn’t understand, I don’t like these parties. It’s her style, not mine. Yes, I am her daughter, but I have my own traits. I can differ from her. Why she forces me to be what she likes? What about my wishes? My liking? My dreams? My aspirations?”

    “Ma’am, we have reached.”

    She stepped down from the car with a headache and a feeling of drowsiness. Barely able to walk, she pushed herself towards the room. Hardly she seated herself then her mother entered the room.

    “You came. How was the party?”
    “It was fine,” she wanted to say worst, but she was not in a state to fight
    .“What you did there?”
    “Stood for some time, then met Mrs Rosy, had a drink, then danced with a lady and left.”
    “Oh, you met Mrs Rosy. Nice, she is a wonderful lady. Whom else?”
    “I don’t know her name. She knew me, but I didn’t.”
    “And these are your manners? You wouldn’t even ask a lady who she is?”
    “I was not feeling well.”
    “I know, I know, how can you feel well at a place picked by your mom! Totally want to do the opposite of whatever I say. I am fed up with you. I really wish I had a better daughter,” and she left, slamming the door behind her.

    Sisel lay on the bed, sobbing heavily. She did all of this to make her mother happy and instead of seeing a smile on her face; she received criticism.