Life is a journey. In this journey, we tend to meet people from different backgrounds. Some relationships have a big impact on our lives while some are just there to complete their part in your journey of life.
This is a story of a girl named Priya who belonged to a typical middle-class family. Priya was a strong-minded girl with big dreams in her eyes. After completing her post-graduation, she landed a job in the banking domain. Everyone associated with her was proud of her accomplishments. Her parents were quick to fix her up with a well-settled boy of their choice.
Little did Priya know that her life would change upside down after marriage. She was unable to balance her work, kids, and household chores. Hence, she left her white-collar job to care for her family. She loved her family but she always felt something was missing in her life.
Society had started judging her by now.The same relatives who once praised her now started jugging her. She started avoiding social gatherings. But her better half and her kids always encouraged her and assured her that life would have some plans for her and kept motivating her.
After the pandemic, the work-from-home culture made its way into the world. Priya knew that this was the perfect opportunity she had been pausing for quite some time. Fortunately, her kids were also independent to some extent and she could take out some time for herself from her busy schedule.
Priya had always been an avid reader and would sit for hours with a book in her hand. During her motherhood journey, she developed a flair for writing. She would often jot down her experiences in the form of blogs for her fellow readers. Now, was the time to convert this hobby into a profession. She started applying for internships with companies that needed content writers to manage their businesses and very soon landed an internship of her choice.
After completing a few internships, she was confident in her skills and started working on a part-time basis with a company managing her career and family life. Though the compensation is not enough the job boosted her confidence and enhanced her writing skills.
Though there was a long way still to go Priya had already inspired many women during her journey of restarting her career.
Moral of the story – Never give up on your dreams. Just wait for the perfect opportunity to showcase your talent and victory will be yours.
Its a story of love which is forbidden to them. A girl name Niti, just completed her higher secondary examination and got vacation. But after the exam there was pandemic in the world . So everywhere government announced lockdown and everything was closed . So it was good for her to enjoy the long vacation. Then after few months her higher secondary examination result was declared and she scored good . Her family was so happy and they gift her a phone . She was so glad and then she started to explore the phone. But suddenly after some days, she got a message from unknown number. That person messaged her hi .She asked that who are you and how did you got my number.Then that person replied that I am Shivansh and this number is saved in my contact list so, i messaged you. Ohh , niti remembered that he is her elder brother’s friend. So she replied back very politly that sorry i am niti , sister of your friend.He said ok ,and asked for friendship . Niti thought that he is just like brother to her then replied with yes. They was now talking everyday and slowly the boy confessed to her. she is just thoughtless and confused because she don’t know what to do now . Rather she don’t have any feeling for him. Then she replied that he is just like his brother and nothing else. He said that please don’t make me your brother and my feeling is so genuine for you . Suddenly her brother came to know about it .He checked her phone and read all their conversation . she was so scared. She told all the things to her brother and he went to shivansh. He aksed him about the matter and he said that he truly loves her. Her brother warned him that not to message her. Then all things are sorted now . But niti was just thinking about him every day and not forgetting all the talks they used to do. After some months , she took admission for undergraduation and went far away from hometown. Then again shivansh called her. she was afraid and don’t pickup. But then she called him and ask why he is calling her. He just asked me a question,”Do you love me?” . She kept quite for a moment. Her mind wants to tell him that she also love him but suddenly she replied no. And then he cut the call and never call her once. But everyday she was thinking of him and decided to tell him that she was love with him.After long time, vacation was announced and niti was so excited to went home.She came and was so shock to know that he was married now. She was overwhelmed.
As I woke from a deep sleep, I couldn’t recognize anything including myself. Where am I? Who am I? What happened to me? This room in front of me is something out of my memories. I cannot recall that this luxurious room is mine. I get up too fast. The room is spinning. I run towards the closet to find out anything which can remind me of my identity or where am I. And alas, there is nothing out of space or identifiable. This closet is full of designer clothes, bags, and heels. maybe I am some rich obnoxious girl but why don’t I feel like one? Just when I was going through internal turmoil I heard a knock, I ran towards the bed to avoid talking to whoever is going to enter this room. “Alicia, open the door. It’s been three whole days, how much more “me time” do you need”, I could feel their emphasis on “me time”. This means the gate is locked from the inside but why can’t I remember closing it or having “Mee time” Who am I ? “Alicia, You are scaring me, are you in there?, Do I need to call someone to break this goddamn door”. I replied instantly, “Yeah, I am coming out”. I am not telling them that I don’t remember anything . I finally opened the door and there stood a blonde with the brightest red lipstick to ever exist, her face looked pale , as if she did not get proper food for days, unlike me who looks like properly rested and properly fed. “Ahh! You are alive, get ready you have a meeting with Victor in 10 “. , with that she went away without listening to my reply.
I got ready in one of the black T-shirts and blue shorts, and these clothes fitted me perfectly. I went down and there sat a man, a very handsome man in a black suit with a tie, he looked as if he is attending a corporate meeting, maybe he is a lawyer. He looked up at me and I felt small while he looked upon me from my head to toe. I looked at his face to see if I can remember him. but I couldn’t recognize him. “Hi, Wife”, he said in a mocking tone. Wife, wife, what does he mean by wife? No, he is lying. I have to run, I have to get away from here. ” No, don’t think about running, little darling. He smirked and continued, ” You don’t remember me, But I know you well “, with that he started walking towards me. I couldn’t help but look at my feet, he again mocked and said, “Let the fun begin”, and left me there standing what will he do to me?
Emily and Daniel were inseparable from the moment they met in high school. They had a deep connection and dreamed of a life filled with love, adventure, and shared memories. Emily’s laughter filled the air, while Daniel’s dreams soared high. Emily and Daniel’s love blossomed with each passing day. They dreamed of a life filled with love, adventure, and shared memories.
Emily and Daniel were unaware of a silent and relentless sickness that had taken root within Emily’s fragile body. Doctors delivered the devastating news that Emily’s days were numbered. Emily’s illness became a constant battle, her strength slowly waning. Daniel stayed by her side, providing unwavering support and love. They clung to each other, cherishing the remaining moments together. Every smile, touch, and whisper of “I love you” carried an indescribable weight of both joy and sorrow.
Emily’s spirit grew weaker, but Daniel’s love became her pillar of strength. They shared bittersweet conversations about their dreams and unfulfilled plans, which would remain dreams.
Then, one somber evening, Emily’s fragile body succumbed to the relentless sickness. Surrounded by loved ones, she slipped away peacefully, leaving behind a void that could never be filled. Daniel’s heart shattered into a million pieces as he bid farewell to the love of his life, his soulmate.
Daniel was grieving the loss of Emily, longing for her touch and laughter. As time passed, he found solace in the memories they had created, the love that would forever reside in his heart. The world continued to turn, carrying within it the echoes of a love story that transcended time – a 21-year-old girl who touched many lives and a boyfriend who loved her fiercely until the very end.
Once upon a time, in a bustling city in India, there lived two individuals whose lives were destined to intertwine. Their names were Ravi and Meera. Ravi was a charming and ambitious young man, working tirelessly to make a name for himself in the corporate world. Meera, on the other hand, was an independent and talented artist, her paintings reflecting her innermost emotions. Ravi and Meera first met at an art exhibition, where Meera’s vibrant artwork caught Ravi’s attention. Captivated by her talent and beauty, Ravi approached her with a shy smile, striking up a conversation about her inspirations and creative process. Their connection was immediate, as if they had known each other in a different lifetime. As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Ravi and Meera found themselves falling deeply in love. They shared countless moments together, exploring the city’s hidden gems, laughing, and dreaming of a future filled with happiness. Their love grew stronger with each passing day, their souls intertwining like two rivers merging into one. However, fate had a different plan in store for them. Meera’s family, deeply rooted in traditional beliefs and customs, disapproved of their relationship. They had already chosen a suitor for Meera, a wealthy businessman named Vikram, who would secure their family’s status and honor. When Meera’s family discovered her love for Ravi, they were outraged. They demanded she end the relationship, threatening to disown her if she refused. Meera was torn between her love for Ravi and her desire to honor her family’s wishes. It was a battle between her heart and her sense of duty.
Ravi, refusing to give up on their love, tried to reason with Meera’s family, hoping to change their minds. He pleaded his case, expressing his deep love and commitment to Meera. But his efforts proved futile as Meera’s family remained resolute in their decision. Devastated by the circumstances, Ravi and Meera made a difficult choice. They decided to elope, to escape the confines of society and forge their own path. With their hearts heavy but spirits lifted by their love, they left their familiar world behind, seeking refuge in a distant town. In their newfound sanctuary, Ravi and Meera faced numerous challenges. They had limited resources and no support system to rely on. Yet, their love acted as a beacon of hope, guiding them through the darkest of times. They found solace in each other’s embrace, drawing strength from the belief that their love was worth fighting for. Despite their circumstances, Ravi and Meera persevered. Ravi worked odd jobs to sustain them while Meera continued to paint, her art becoming a source of income and inspiration. Together, they created a humble life, filled with love, laughter, and shared dreams. Months turned into years, and their love story became the stuff of legends. People marveled at their unwavering commitment and the sacrifices they had made for each other. Ravi and Meera’s love transcended societal norms, proving that true love knows no boundaries. Over time, Meera’s family began to see the depth of their daughter’s love and the genuine happiness she had found with Ravi. Slowly, their hearts softened, and they realized the error of their ways. They reached out to Ravi and Meera, seeking forgiveness for their harsh judgment and accepting their love. With open arms, Ravi and Meera welcomed their families back into their lives. The wounds of the past started to heal as love and understanding prevailed. Together, they created a new beginning, one rooted in acceptance, respect, and shared love for Ravi and Meera. And so, Ravi and Meera’s love story became an enduring tale, reminding people that love has the power to conquer all obstacles. Their journey taught them the true meaning of love—to stand by each other’s side, even in the face of adversity, and to never let go of the bonds that truly matter.
THE STORY IS WRITTEN IN 3 PARTS. THIS IS THE FIRST PART, HOPE YOU ENJOY!
Part 1- Getting Smitten
It was a regular morning and I had already taken the metro to go to college. On the way I was not able to think much as I just returned last night from my fifteen days Manali trip and was still tired from the journey. I was not much a boy to roam around and meet people but my love for nature was enough that I agreed to go on this trip with some of my old friends, also I needed some time by myself after the hectic semester end exams. After about 20 minutes, I finally reached my department in the university. Before I tell you about my department let me tell you about myself. My name is Sumit Arora, an average looking final year student and as you can already guess I am much of an introvert. I was a week late for the start of the new semester and I could already see a lot of new faces in the campus who were probably my newly admitted juniors. Just as I was trying to adjust myself to the Delhi’s hot weather, I noticed a girl entering into the auditorium, she walked towards me and said “Good Morning Sir” and walked past me. I could not help but turn around and look at her. She was tall, had a very pretty face, big eyes and long hair down her waist. I could no longer look away as long as she was in my sight, as if her sight gave me a feel of fresh cool breeze of Manali and let me tell you I was instantly smitten by her. After taking a hold of myself I went to my class, the lecture was going on but I could not stop thinking about her. It was not usual for me to look at some girl and instantly feel fascinated. I used to read a lot of books and she appeared to me like the heroin of a best seller romantic book. After the class was over I indirectly tried to inquire about her from my classmates and as I mentioned the tall girl with long hair they knew whom I was talking about. I came to know that her name is Zara Amin and she is an Instagram influencer with thousands of followers. I knew there was something about her but I was totally blown with this information and a bit sad too because now I know she was totally out of my league!!!. [CONTINUED]
It was that time of the year. The start of the new academic year was surrounded by the aroma of new books along with the excitement filled in children, only to leave in a couple of months.
Lakshay was suddenly crowned with the title of being an adult now, as he was preparing to start his tenth standard. Whatever he was feeling is hard to point to in the emotional spectrum. He was not nervous, not excited, just existing.
The next day commenced with vague sun rays caressing the beautiful patterns clouds formed themselves in. Lakshay was going to the market to buy new textbooks when he saw this girl wearing red, bold lipstick. ‘She looks like a dream’ he thought. Lakshay found himself in a state of enigma, where he couldn’t get that image out of his mind.
He rushed back home, literally sprinted, took out a red lipstick from his mother’s almirah, and put it on. His feet approached the mirror. He was suddenly moved to tears as soon as he saw the person in the mirror. It was as if for the first time in his life he could relate to the reflection he was seeing.
Lakshay’s state of awe went to ruins when his mom came into the room and started shouting at him, calling him a disgrace and what a shameful act he committed. He ran to the washroom, to get the mere fragments of pigment off him. The red lipstick failed to stick.
The clock had already struck 6pm. Beads of sweat were forming on Lalitha’s forhead, she was scared that Andrew would be home any minute now. Every honk on the street, every sound of a vehicle had her heart beat faster. The rest of the house was in order, but dinner was not yet ready. That evening, Lalitha was busy preparing food for her in-laws, who would be visiting her the next day. Even after working the entire day and tiring herself out, she could not complete all the tasks she was “supposed” to do. Being a homemaker was difficult afterall, but there was no way Andrew would understand that. Even if the most inconspicuous thing in the house was not to his liking, he made sure to show his displeasure. She was the recipient of such expressions. A good day saw a few broken plates and bottles, and a reminder of how much of a bad wife she was. The bad days were when things went completely out of hand. She got bruises about which no one could know.
It was on days like these that Lalitha cried her heart out. Even in the monster of a man that was her husband, she tried to find her love, her Andrew. She searched in him, for the man she fell in love with at the tender age of 21 and followed him to a new land, oceans away from her home. Andrew gave her hope of a new future, away from her conservative family in India, a future in which she would be in charge of her life and the narrator of her story. But, things turned out to be so different. Andrew was just like her father, an abusive husband and a barely present paternal figure to their children. She had fallen back into the life she thought she had escaped.
Lalitha heard a car pull up in their driveway. Her heart was filled with fear and her hands trembled as she tried to assemble the food before Andrew walked in through the door. But, she failed. She heard the door open and with the slam that closed it shut, she realised that it was about about to be one of the “bad” evenings. She had failed her “wifely duties”, and Andrew would punish her for that. Every slap, every blow, every insult showed how much she misunderstood the man. By the time he was exhausted, her body and heart had seen it all. He had once again proved that he was not the same man Lalitha fell in love with. Carrying the insults and bruises given by him, Lalitha entered the kitchen where she would cry her heart out.
However, this evening was somewhat different. Her body hurt and bled in some areas, but she couldn’t get herself to cry. Something was ablaze within her, asking her to finally take control of her future and take a drastic step, confide in her in-laws. They surely had some authority over their son, and maybe with their intervention he would finally realise where he was going wrong.
The next day, Lalitha didn’t wear makeup. She no longer hid the horrors she had to go through, she laid it out in the open. Everyone in the room saw her. Rather, they saw what their son was doing to his wife, and the innumerable injustices she had to face. She broke the silence with her silence. Her mother in-law, Norrie, sat beside her and said:
“Don’t worry my dear, he has always been an aggressive person. Just- just try to not anger him and you should be fine. Every relationship has its ups and down, finding your way around it is the mature thing to do.” Placing her hand on Lalitha’s, she gave her a look which she could never forget. It conveyed so many emotions and feelings, that Lalitha didn’t understand how to interpret it. Norrie sympathised with her, but she tried to find a justification for her son’s behaviours. They shared the same predicament, but she refused to accept that she had raised a son who took after his father. They had the same evenings, but she had accepted it as a part of married life.
Lalitha got up and went to her bedroom. That is when the tears finally started to shed and she realised that there was no way out of it. She was caught in this cycle forever, the evenings would continue forever and her healing scars would be replaced with fresh ones. This is the life she had to live till her death… or was it? The thought of leaving came to her mind but where would she go? She had very little money to herself and even lesser friends in this land. The only thing she could truly call hers was the wedding jewellery her parents had given her. Yes, she could sell that and find a way out temporarily. Anything was better than having her dignity compromised almost everyday.
An hour later, she had packed whatever was remaining of her married life in a suitcase and walked out the door. Her first destination would be the police station, where she would try to get justice, and the wounds for speak for themselves. As she walked out, Andrew reminded her of the mistake she was making and how she would never be allowed to step foot into “his” house again. But nothing could stop Lalitha. For the first time in her life, she had taken control over her own life and fate. Norrie just watched silently and smiled. One step, one decision, one leap of faith was all it took to shatter many generations of silence.
Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled amidst rolling green hills, lived a young woman named Isabella. She possessed a soul that yearned for something greater—a spiritual awakening that would bring her closer to the mysteries of the universe. Little did she know that her journey would lead her not only to enlightenment but also to the purest form of love and emotions she had ever encountered.
Isabella was a dreamer, forever seeking answers beyond the tangible realm. One fateful day, as she wandered through a serene garden, she stumbled upon an ancient, moss-covered stone. Intrigued, she reached out and caressed its weathered surface, a surge of energy passing through her fingertips.
In that moment, Isabella felt a connection so profound that her spirit awakened to the subtle whispers of the universe. She embarked on a journey of self-discovery, delving deep into the teachings of mystics and sages. Her heart opened, ready to embrace the mysteries that lay ahead. As she thought she found everything she have ever dreamed of, she still felt empty inside.
The thought of something missing inside her heart won’t let her sleep, she is now starts getting irritated on the fact that she could not find that missing piece of her heart.
Morning came and Isabella decides to go to her favourite place near the bank of river and sat down there to look into her heart, her mind, and thoughts. As she was sitting in peace looking over the beauty of nature the flowing water, the cold and steady wind caressing her face, the fresh air, birds and trees. She was so immersed in the moment that she did not realises there is someone sitting beside her and watching her enjoy the moment. Isabella heard the sound of little giggle coming from her right side, she instantly turned and saw a guy with brunette hair, dark brown eyes, in white shirt and brown trousers and the sun rays on his face making it looks so dreamy and unnatural that for an instance she didn’t believe that it’s a real moment and not a dream.
Isabella is constantly looking at his smile so gloomy that made the surroundings calmer and more peaceful. She is lost in the moment so deep she did not hear a word he said to her. The moment she got hold of herself she couldn’t resist herself from asking him about who actually is he and what is he doing here, where did he came from, what is his name and tons of more questions.
The boy started speaking and told her, “Hey, I am Gabriel, I am an artist, here for a little research, I heard this place is some kind of magical and thought I could maybe capture the beauty here in my canvas. I must say this place and the people sure are magical”.
Gabriel was a kind-hearted artist named. He possessed a gentle nature and an unwavering passion for capturing the essence of life’s beauty on canvas.
Isabella asked him to spent more time with her and took him for a coffee at her house where Gabriel saw all her books of spiritual awakening and how to get a peaceful ad calm mind in her small bookshelf besides her couch.
There was a part of Gabriel’s heart that always wanted to connect with the god and untangle his own thoughts and achieve internal peace and live a calm life far away from the business and chaos of the world. As he met Isabella, he realises that only she could help him achieve what he had always desired.
Isabella and Gabriel keep talking and she realised the missing piece of her heart was love, a person she can love, adore, admire with all of her heart. As she looks in Gabriel’s eyes while he is talking, she felt like he is that missing piece she was looking for everywhere. She felt tears running down her cheeks and a smile on her lips, a feeling she never felt before in her lifetime, the overflowing emotions in her heart wanting her to get up and take him in her embrace and never leave.
Gabriel panicked a little and asked her what happened putting his cup pf coffee down on the table, standing beside her wiping her tears, offering water and asking again and again if she is okay. Isabella got up and hugged him without saying anything to him, he could not understand Isabella’s actions but he still tried to comfort her.
After a while Isabella stopped and apologises for her actions and offered Gabriel to join her for her journey of spiritual awakening. Gabriel was happy and accepted immediately.
Now they both together explored the realms of consciousness, meditating beneath the stars, and engaging in deep philosophical conversations that illuminated their spirits. With every passing day, their connection grew stronger, anchored in a profound understanding of one another’s souls.
Isabella and Gabriel became one another’s muses, intertwining their creativity and channelling their emotions into breath-taking works of art. Gabriel would paint vibrant landscapes that mirrored Isabella’s spiritual visions, capturing the colours of her awakening soul. Isabella, in turn, would pen poetic verses that danced upon the pages, infused with the depth of their love and the vastness of their shared emotions.
Their love transcended the boundaries of the physical world, existing in a realm where souls entwined and hearts beat in perfect harmony. They communicated not only through words and gestures but also through the unspoken language of the heart—an ethereal symphony of love that resonated deep within their beings.
As Isabella and Gabriel delved deeper into their spiritual awakening, they discovered the immense power of unconditional love. They learned to surrender to the divine flow of the universe, allowing love to guide their every action and decision. They embraced vulnerability, for they knew that it was through their vulnerability that they would find strength.
Their love story was not without its challenges, for the path of enlightenment often demands sacrifice and resilience. Yet, through it all, Isabella and Gabriel stood as beacons of light, illuminating each other’s darkest corners and sharing the burden of their individual journeys.
In the pure form of their love and emotions, they found solace, inspiration, and a profound sense of belonging. It was a love that nurtured their souls and ignited their spirits, igniting a flame that burned brighter with every passing day.
As their spirits soared in unison, Isabella and Gabriel became a testament to the transformative power of love and the profound beauty of a spiritually awakened heart. They had discovered that true love goes beyond fleeting moments and superficial desires—it resides in the depths of our souls, connecting us to the divine essence of the universe.
Isabella has found the missing piece she was wondering and Gabriel found the path to the life he ever wanted in the form of a human named Isabella.
This story will be written in 3 parts, like a mini-series. Hope you enjoy Part 1
Preview:(Part3)
With Tears down my face, I stood there helplessly watching him leave. I prayed for one last time so that something could happen and he would stay. I hoped for him to be more than just a memory from the past; I wanted him to be someone I could share my present and future with…
But he left…
Part 1: It turns out he is my roommate-
Being me sucked. In fact, being me in university meant that you’d find yourself labeled as the uncool kid with a seemingly mundane existence. I was definitely the cliche “bookworm” you’d see being portrayed in some boring young adult movie by Hollywood. I was that kid that spent countless hours with piles of books in some dimly lit corner of the library or cafeteria, with a social life you’d imagine as non-existent. But before I get going with the weird details of my life, let me introduce myself. Hi, I’m Aiden Alexander. And as you may have already figured out, I’m an introvert who loves to keep to himself. So now, since we’ve got this out of the way, let me return to the rant about the uncool me and my university life. Like I was saying, I’m a bookworm with a non-existent social life, and this meant that I don’t have many friends except for Jaby and Tina, whom I met during a book talk by one of my favorite authors. Jaby and Tina are one of the sweetest souls you could find on campus, and it turns out they have been together forever; listening to them talk about each other could sometimes feel like a story by Jane Austen. Meeting them indeed felt like being that introvert who got adopted by an extrovert.
Ok, now here’s the thing I recently moved into the dorms on campus, and I used to be one of the lucky ones who didn’t have a roommate, so I had my dorm room all to myself. But today, I was notified that someone would be moving into my room. Tina tried convincing me that it would be fun to have a roommate, but all I could think of was that I get some weird, messy dude that would intrude into my personal space, and I, indeed, wasn’t ready for that. But later that evening, when I went back to my room, I was surprised to see Joshua in my room. Not to mention Joshua is one of the popular music guys on campus, and I’ve had a massive crush on him since seeing him during the freshmen orientation. I stared at him, mouth wide open as he tried to get his bags in. He taps on my shoulder, snapping me back to reality (I get it, Awkward!). He asks me if this is my room, and I say yes. We then go on to introduce ourselves. He then goes on to say that he would be my new roommate.
Okay, great, now he’s my roommate (the whatttttt!!! I’m literally screaming inside). But I keep calm and say ok, that’s cool. He then asked if I could help him unpack and stuff. And of course, I said yes (I know… I kinda sound like a simp, but whatever HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MANNN!!!).
