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Collection of Best Relationship Stories

  • The Mute Mayhem

    The Mute Mayhem

    Mom and Dad didn’t understand. Moving to a new city was the last thing I wanted to do with my holidays back then. But not everything works out like you plan them or want them to. Hence, Puri. Noisy streets and noisier people were all I used to think the place was about. I still do. I have just begun to crave the noise more than I did half a decade ago. But among all the din and commotion, there was a girl. A sweet, sweet girl who was louder than the roaring waves and busy streets, than the evening prayers and temple bells. For the one month that I had to stick around with my parents at my grandparents’, I didn’t bother staying indoors and crippling myself more than I had to. Even if it didn’t exactly give you the Aegean Sea vibes, a beach is still beach. So, I’d spend all my afternoon lounging on the beach, reading practically anything that I could lay my hands on. In the evening, I would wave watch with her. We never acknowledged each other, never greeted each other. All we did was sit back together in a blissful silence and watch the angry waves rise and fall as the light breeze ruffled our hair. She didn’t talk. she never did. Until one day, when she grabbed my notebook, scribbled something in it and handed it back to me, urging me to read. It was her name. 

    Zoya. 

    Zoya was mute. As days passed, we began spending all our mornings, noons and evenings together. Basking in the sun, sprinting along the shore, sweating on the sand and reading to her as the sky turned purple. My time there was an unending loop of this and just this. I didn’t know who she was, where she hailed from or where she was headed to. Never bothered to ask. Zo was the person who would live, run, smile and soar and never look back again. All was good. Until my last evening at the beach. I waited and waited and waited. Zo never came. I left the next morning and never looked back again. 

    Until now. 

    Five years since then, I have graduated from one of the premier law schools in the country.  And as I lay sprawled and stranded on the same deserted beach, seeking what or whom I do not know, I can’t help but wonder If I had imagined her.

  • BEST FRIENDS FOREVER

    In the street in the city, there lived two boys Harsh and Anshuman the fathers of both were friends so these two boys were together like close friends from the moment they were born The two boys always played together and had a very great bonding as family background of both boys was a bit different. Harsh’s Father had a Job and Anshuman’s Father was a businessman and had a background of well respected family in the city so the Grandmother of Harsh did not like Anshuman when they both played in Harsh’s house the grandmother used to taunt Anshuman. But the friendship between those two remain the same they went to the same school but after a while, Anshuman had to move to a different city for some reasons but still he used to visit a lot to meet his best friend. After a while Harsh was diagnosed fo blood cancer and as they were both young they did not know that it’s a deadly disease. Harsh’s treatment was started and he used to come to his hometown and Anshuman used to visit him. Anshuman had a younger brother and Harsh was a single Child of their parents so during the treatment the doctor needed bone marrow and the doctor advised Harsh’s parents to have another so they can use his/her bone marrow to cure Harsh’s cancer. during all this time the two friends had not met in months and they both used to say to their father I want to meet Anshuman, I want to meet Harsh one night harsh was playing game on his psp in the hospital and said to his father that he is having a headache so he wants to sleep and thats when he slept to eterniy and Anshuman got the news that Harsh is no more he was numb, Harsh’s father told things to Anshuman that harsh used to say to him Harsh used to say that papa now I also have a brother I will tell anshuman this and e used to say to me that he wants to meet you wrote your name on paper and Anshuman still cry whenever he remebers his best friend.

  • Where the Happiness lies!

    Where the Happiness lies!

    Life has forever been a turbulent voyage, yet its tempests do not extinguish the flame of hope. With this unwavering belief, Mahi continued her sojourn. She traversed the uncharted paths, a solitary traveler in search of happiness. Her hopes, indomitable, refused to shatter. Although life’s misfortunes compounded, she clung to the conviction that brighter days awaited, even as darkness deepened. Ultimately, she discovered the elusive abode of genuine bliss. Let us accompany her on this odyssey, to unearth where true happiness truly resides.

    As the clock struck seven in the morning, the sun’s radiant beams caressed Mahi’s visage. She shifted her position, veiling herself momentarily from its luminous gaze. Shortly after, her alarm chimed, and she pressed the snooze button, realizing that sleep would evade her after such commotion. She recited religious verses, drawing a tranquil breath to release the accumulated frustration triggered by the alarm. Opening her eyes, she beheld her humble abode, with a small but beautiful garden adorning the outside. Illuminated by the morning light, the plants within her room appeared pristine. This sight brought immense joy to Mahi’s heart. Before she could rise from her bed, her mother’s voice echoed from outside, “Will our queen rise on this day?” Her mother had a habit of forcefully knocking on the door, a sound that Mahi detested. With haste, she sprinted to open the door, unwilling to endure the noise. Her mother scolded her upon seeing her disheveled hair, pondering how the day could possibly be good with such untamed locks. Could a pleasant day unfold under such circumstances? But what can one do? Life’s essence lies in living it. Mahi sought tranquility and found solace in the quietest place of her dwelling—the “toilet.” Spending a few moments there, she flushed away the negativity that had burdened her mood.

    Mahi ventured into the kitchen, performing her morning rituals before settling down to savor a cup of tea. As she indulged in her tea, memories of last night’s argument with her brother resurfaced. Anxious that her brother’s day might be ruined, she swiftly penned him sweet messages, wishing to mend their bond. Once ready, she set off for the office, a cherished place where she accomplished the workload of four individuals, compensated by meager remuneration. Nonetheless, she relished the slightest token of appreciation, contented in the knowledge that her skills were recognized. It wasn’t that Mahi was unaware of being exploited; she simply found contentment in witnessing her own growth, and appreciation was the elixir for which she thrived. It did drain her energy, though, especially when burdened with excessive tasks, causing her to yearn for her best friend’s comforting presence. But whenever Mahi called, her friend always seemed preoccupied, a different story altogether. Nevertheless, her best friend would reach out to Mahi during work hours, requesting her assistance, and Mahi, forsaking her own tasks, would diligently fulfill her friend’s needs.

    Upon returning home in the evening, Mahi pursued her passions, be it writing, drawing, or engaging in culinary endeavors within the kitchen. Her entire day revolved around the bustling chores, ensuring everyone’s tasks were accomplished to perfection, and that they, in turn, would acknowledge her efforts with heartfelt appreciation. Mahi lived for these expressions of gratitude. Before retiring for the night, she stood before the mirror, tearfully observing her reflection. In that vulnerable moment, Mahi would offer solace to herself, appreciating her own strength. It is in this act of self-compassion that true

    happiness lies. Friends, irrespective of the number of companions and loved ones we have in our lives, we must always remember that we ought to be our own foremost and unwavering advocates. If we cannot support ourselves, then who shall?

  • Ri

    Ri

    The hot loo from outside kept the curtain alive. The world is going to end soon. Maybe in a month or two or ten, fifteen or fifty years. Every day the temperature has been increasing, and the monsoon clouds are nowhere to be seen. Just long breaths of tropical humidity keep the sweat flowing like waves of tsunamis. Time seemed constant in this weather. A minute feels like a century, and a second equals a zillion frustrating heaves of leap years. Her silhouette figure continued to count these fragments as the wall clock fell silent with each of her faint movements.

    “Its too hot today”

    I looked at the patches of grey on the moon and exclaimed, “its not going to rain tonight too.”

    “Do you want to go over some lessons? We can always distract ourselves.”

    “Pretty sure that studying in the dark won’t be a fruitful distraction”. She let out a small gush of air between her teeth. A pretension of attempting to laugh.

    “True that. Maybe lets discuss about something?”

    “Watch a movie? Or read a book?”

    “There’s not much charge in my laptop.”

    “What book were you reading that day? I saw you in the hall.”

    “Oh. I haven’t finished it yet. Its ‘The Bell Jar’ by Sylvia Plath”

    “Lets read that then. You do have a study lamp?”

    “Yes. Its here somewhere. But I already read twelve chapters. Do you want to start from the beginning?”

    “That’s okay. We’ll start from where you left. Its not some mystery novel.”

    The idea of starting over a book irritates me. I know she began with the hope of going somewhere but she knows that it’s not going to take her where she wants. A familiar escape was enough to blanket her thoughts before she put the book away. Hence it has been a week since I saw her holding Plath through silent corridors. She couldn’t move on through this one too. That’s why she avoids the ending of every story or forgets it.

    As her shadow juggled through the organized messiness of trampled feelings, looking for the book under faint light, I went up to get a torch for her. I’m not her light bearer but I know that now she needs it more than ever before it’s going to break down into glass fragments.

    “Look under the bed. You always leave things there.”

    “Found it. How’d you know?”

    “Instinct.” I must not tell her that I know her too well. She’ll be trapped.

    “It’s surprising how your instinct manages to save me at times.”

    This needs no reply and a moment of silence before reality takes over since we both know we’re there but still not there yet.

    “You go first. We’ll read alternate chapters.”

    “Okay”

    Words don’t need to have feelings at times. It just needs to exist as a reminder of our living souls. Just like how he’s reading right now. Ri is an amazing storyteller but even in the dark, I could say that he’s pretending to read. Like he’s been pretending for the last two weeks. Even though we know what happened I’m sure that he regards it as not belonging to his knowledge, and so do I. It’s not hard to forget when you imagine that it didn’t happen but it keeps knocking. This is not avoiding but simply moving on. What I hate is that he’s not being himself. Even though I’m not myself too but I can’t stand him being like that. I may not know how it feels but I know how it doesn’t feel. Yet I’m an optimist so I try to make him relive every moment. It’s pathetic how this space binds us but it doesn’t. Even when I ran my fingers through his hair we knew that we were just trying to make ourselves live a little better. There were not enough options and we both needed to acknowledge who we are irrespective of what we thought we’ll be or what we have become. He knows that life is a big rotten lie and that growing up is not as it seems. Nobody told us how it’d be and we both used to sleep like we’ll be living our dream. But the lie grew bigger and it became more pathetic to accept it. We imitated the people who would post reels on Instagram posing what success smells like. But we know that success is just a marketing term and its meaning has faded somewhere between our childhood dreams and irrevocable attempts to make things right.

    As the shadows align themselves in the dark over two exhausted bodies, the wall clock knows that again she’ll be hiding him under her bed. It knows, no matter how many times she relives those moments of togetherness she’s never going to give up for his sake. It has been too long for her to fathom whether his existence is a lie or truth because she’s living like he used to.

  • INSEPARABLE FRIENDS: UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

    Once there lived a boy who was very much conservative. It was high time then, for him to leave his comfort zone and move out for his graduation. Having a humble and kind nature he was never used to say no to people for any work. Living in a dilemma of that is it good to say ‘NO’ to people but always end up saying ‘YES’ at the cost of his time and peace. He will always be concerned about other’s happiness. Even his friends always tell him to do something which he never want to do but just because nobody feels bad he always does all the things as and when said even if he didn’t wanted to do. 

    One fine evening he met a girl who was in the same college and was resident of that place only. They became very good friends and they both cared for each other so much that when one of them was in a bad mood the other one gets to know just by looking at them and feeling their emotion. The boy was very much shy and introvert in his initial days but after meeting her she made him learn many things. She is complete extrovert but an overthinker and he is an introvert . She wished that he could see himself through her eyes to see how much he mean to her , how much respect she have for him. YES ! This feeling is mutual. Not only they shared memories and laughter together they also shared tears of sadness and joy. Both of them being so much transparent to each other. They both made each other understand the perspective of the opposite gender. As the time passed, the bond got much more stronger. 

    When one of them was very much sad the other one also felt the same and would stay with each other till everything becomes alright. The boy felt very lucky to have a friend like her who was not only his friend but his teacher , motivator and she used to support him in every good and bad situation. She used to take care of him like a mother. He never told her to stop thinking but always told and proved that he’ll not let her think alone. She also never told him to easily just say no to people instead made him understand it is okay not to be okay with certain things at certain times  and  not everything was worth his time and peace . As promised, they both stayed for each other through all the thick and thin. When there can be friendship in love  why not love in friendship.

    FRIENDSHIP: The love that never expects anything from each other also everything is done before expecting .

  • Harmonious Melodies: Love’s Serenade in the City

    Harmonious Melodies: Love’s Serenade in the City

    Once upon a time in the bustling city of New York, there lived a young woman named Emma. She was an ambitious architect, dedicated to her career and immersed in the fast-paced urban lifestyle. Love was the last thing on her mind, as she believed it would only distract her from achieving her professional goals.

    One evening, as Emma hurriedly made her way through the crowded subway station, she accidentally bumped into a street musician named Max. Max was a free-spirited guitarist with a soulful voice that echoed through the tunnels, captivating the hearts of passersby. He possessed a genuine love for music and an infectious energy that radiated wherever he went.

    Emma’s initial annoyance quickly transformed into curiosity as she listened to Max’s heartfelt melodies. She found herself drawn to his raw talent and the passion he exuded. Intrigued, she began to visit the subway station every day, eagerly awaiting Max’s performances.

    As weeks passed, Emma and Max’s encounters became more frequent. They shared conversations about their dreams, fears, and the beauty they saw in the world. Despite their different backgrounds and lifestyles, a deep connection formed between them, defying societal norms and expectations.

    Emma discovered that love could be found in the most unexpected places. Max, with his authenticity and love for music, helped her rediscover the joy in life beyond her professional pursuits. In turn, Emma’s unwavering support and belief in Max’s talent gave him the confidence to pursue his dreams beyond the subway station.

    Their love blossomed against the backdrop of the city, as they explored hidden gems, danced under moonlit skies, and shared stolen kisses on the rooftop of Emma’s apartment building. They found solace and inspiration in each other’s arms, nurturing a love that transcended conventional boundaries.

    However, as with any great love story, challenges emerged. Emma’s demanding career often took her away from Max, testing their commitment and causing doubts to arise. Yet, their love proved resilient, and they learned to navigate the obstacles together, cherishing the moments they had and supporting each other’s dreams.

    Eventually, the time came for Emma to make a difficult decision. She realized that love, just like life, required taking risks. In a grand gesture, she resigned from her prestigious architecture firm, embracing a new path that allowed her to fully embrace her love for Max and the power of their shared dreams.

    With their hearts intertwined, Emma and Max embarked on a new chapter, traveling the world together, spreading love through music, and inspiring others to believe in the transformative power of unexpected love. Their story became a testament to the boundless possibilities of the human heart and the magic that can be found when we open ourselves to love in unexpected places.

    And so, in the city that never sleeps, their love story continues to be whispered, reminding others to be open to the extraordinary love that may be waiting just around the corner.

  • a big fat desi wedding

    The decorations were breathtakingly done. The work done by the decorators was impeccable. Everything was colour-coordinated and most of it was pink and white. Those are the favourite colours of the bride, after all! It was the typical Indian wedding, with teenagers having vanilla ice creams, kids running around and their parents trying to stop them, and old ladies showing off their new jewels; basically, it was a big fat desi wedding.

    The atmosphere was filled with the smell of happiness and food! The groom was a handsome guy and his to-be wife, Inaya, was easily the most beautiful woman in the room. Her face was glowing with excitement and her eyes showed a tinge of nervousness. The single dimple on her left cheek was enough to make the groom fall. The rituals began and the smoke from the holy fire loomed over near the ceiling, much similar to the clouds of gloom looming over me.

    I slowly made my way to Inaya and the minute she saw me, her eyes twinkled and she pinched my cheeks. “Awww, thank you so much for coming! Did you meet Vihaan yet? You didn’t? Come, I will get you guys introduced.” She was rambling on as she always does and all I could think of was how lucky Vihaan was. I was snapped out of my reverie when I heard her say “I love you too Vihaan.” They were so cute together and she seemed to be on cloud nine! I stood there grinning at them when they turned to me. I pretended to ward off the evil eye off them and we laughed at that.

    There are some things that cannot be compared to anything else because if compared, it loses its beauty and divinity. Happiness is one such. She was so happy and after the seven rounds round the holy fire, when they were married, I realized that along with happiness, sorrow is also one such. No metaphor can measure the depth of sorrow and no writer can capture the essence of it. For the sorrow that I was feeling now…it constricted my heart and I felt a stabbing pain.

    Teenagers were having ice creams, but the flavour was now chocolate. Kids were still running around, though exhausted. Parents were trying to stop them but not with as much energy as before. Ladies were still gossiping, though not about their jewels. It was still the same: a perfect desi wedding and yet, something had changed. Things have changed and yet are the same. Inaya is now someone’s wife and yet my love for her is the same. Yes, I am in love with Inaya.

  • Abyss

    The mother-daughter duo named Lily- Giselle had an arduous relationship. Giselle thought of herself and her daughter very highly. Lily gave her best in each field but to Giselle, it was never enough. She kept expecting her to outperform in every aspect which led to fear of disappointment for Lily.

    Lily could not sustain herself in such an environment and she improvised each day to be the definition of a perfect daughter. The person that she once was became unknown to her and she was just a facade. 

    In an attempt to feel more vibrant, Lily organized a party for her friends. She was very excited and did want everything to be perfect as she never expected anything short.  The arrangements made were remarkable and the party began as planned. Her mother came to greet the guests and during the interaction started to criticize her daughter at the party. She did not give any regards to the feelings of Lily. She felt embarrassed and vulnerable. She did not know how to react to the situation and hurried back to her room. She gave in to her tears. She cried and cried until she was gasping for air and then thought that she will never be enough.  She was tired of herself and felt suffocated in her home. There was no escape and the suffering just got worse each day. She was sound physically but mentally drained. Her state of mind was chaos and she experienced a whirlwind of emotions. 

    In the ordeal to please her mother she forgot to please herself. The abyss inside her did thrive in the end as she was nothing but an empty vessel.


    Lily, the flower symbolizes resurrection in Hinduism/Buddhism, and the daughter is just a representation of rebirth due to the abyss of emotions that now lingers. 

  • Whispers of Fate

    Whispers of Fate

    A young woman named Lily used to reside in a tiny coastal village. Each person who saw her was enchanted by the otherworldly beauty she possessed. Ethan, a modest fisherman who shared Lily’s love of the ocean, was the only person to whom Lily’s heart truly belonged.

    As they strolled hand in hand along the sandy shore, their love blossomed in the golden rays of sunset. Their laughing was accompanied by the sound of the waves breaking, creating a joyful symphony. They treasured the moments they stole under the night sky, savoring the simple pleasures of life.

    But the lovers’ fate was different. The village was hit by a powerful storm that made its residents fearful. Ethan headed out to find stranded fisherman as the storm raged. He was being sucked up by the wild sea, and Lily’s heart was racing with dread.

    Weeks passed into days, and optimism diminished. Lily, though, remained unconvinced that her love was gone. Every day she ventured out to sea, keeping an eye out for any sign of Ethan’s return. She was directed by his love’s whispers, which served as a spiritual tie between them.

    One stormy afternoon, a silhouette eventually appeared in the fog. Ethan was there, injured but still alive. Lily went into his arms and gave him a tight embrace as tears of relief spilled down her face. Their love had been put to the test by the storm, but it had only strengthened them.

    Lily and Ethan vowed to enjoy their time together ever since. They understood that genuine love was a gift that should not be taken for granted. They took another stroll along the beach, this time with a greater understanding of how fleeting life is.

    Lily and Ethan grew older together throughout the years, their love never waning. As a monument to the strength of love and the resiliency of the human spirit, their tale became a legend that was whispered among the locals. Because love is what leads us through the darkest nights and brings us back to the light, their story taught them to cling to love even in the face of the harshest storms.

    As a result, their love tale endures forever and is cherished; it has been inscribed on the sands of time, where the echoes of destiny will continue to inspire future generations.

  • When All Hopes Fail: A Journey of Friendship, Dreams, and Triumph

    When All Hopes Fail: A Journey of Friendship, Dreams, and Triumph

    INTRODUCTION :

    In a world where societal norms frequently determine our course, there was one person who dared to dream and deviate from the standard. This is the inspiring tale of a young kid named Rahul who, in the face of tremendous pressure from his family and society, found comfort and unshakable support in an unlikely online friendship.

    Chapter 1: Juggling IIT JEE Coaching and School :

    Rahul, a hardworking student, became entangled in a web of expectations. He began the difficult process of getting ready for the famous IIT JEE entrance exam while juggling his normal schoolwork. It was a heavy responsibility on his shoulders to excel in both areas. He began to lose hope as the stress increased.

    The Dangers of False Friendships, Chapter 2:

    Rahul faced several people who tried to take advantage of his vulnerabilities while he was struggling. These so-called “friends” took advantage of his expertise and abilities for their own gain, further undermining his faith in other people. He was made even more disheartened and dejected by the betrayals.

    Chapter 3: An Online Connection That Just So Happened:

    Rahul found an internet chat platform in a moment of despair and there he met Maya, are markable young woman. Despite the society’s cautions regarding the risks of internet friendships, they developed a closer bond. Rahul found comfort and a newfound sense of purpose in their chats as they discussed their issues, goals, and dreams.

    Chapter 4: Friendship’s Unbreakable Bonds:

    Rahul and Maya developed an unbreakable relationship despite all hardships. They unwaveringly supported and trusted in each other despite the scepticism and concerns they encountered from others. They found each other to be a source of strength, inspiration, and constant support through their everyday contacts.

    Chapter 5: The Dream of Revolutionizing the World:

    One day, Rahul mustered the courage to confide in Maya about his passion for coding and his dream to bring about a technological revolution. Undeterred by the lack of support from his family and society, Rahul embarked on developing a unique chatting application. Maya became his confidante, advisor, and the pillar of unwavering support he needed.

    Chapter 6: Overcoming Adversity and Triumph:

    As Rahul’s journey continued, his dreams faced relentless opposition. Doubts and societal pressure threatened to undermine his confidence, particularly during the critical JEE Main examination. Yet, with Maya’s constant support and belief in his abilities, Rahul managed to overcome his anxieties, excel in the exam, and qualify for the JEE Advanced.

    Chapter 7: The Triumph of True Friendship :

    Rahul and Maya’s extraordinary friendship was a testament to the fact that not all online friendships are shallow or insincere. Their bond transcended the virtual realm, offering them the strength and courage to overcome all obstacles. Together, they proved that genuine friendship knows no boundaries and can help individuals achieve their dreams.

    conclusion :

    Rahul’s journey from a student overwhelmed by societal expectations to a determined dreamer was fueled by the transformative power of friendship. Despite facing numerous challenges, his unwavering belief in his dreams and the unwavering support of Maya propelled him to success. This heartwarming tale is a reminder that amidst pressures and doubts, true friendship can light the way and help us realize our true potential