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Posted: 15 years ago

#151

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griffy.fz

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Posted: 15 years ago

#152

i will try taking part

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Posted: 15 years ago

#153

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cocolove

@cocolove

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Posted: 15 years ago

#154

Sounds awesome. I shall try to take part in it if I can!

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Samica Mehta (Mrs.Mallik)

@ksgforever10

Voyager

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Posted: 15 years ago

#155

Your username: ksgforever10

Your Name(Optional):samica mehta

Your Age(Optional):13

Topic Number:

Title of Story: yaari yaari dosti hain............

Story:

This story began with the entry of a handsome,young,cool,intelligent,and kind of a snob............TROY....

he is an american but can speak hindi like anything...it is because his mother was indian and his father is american.He respects indian culture and his dream is to get education in india...........he treats india like a temple.......one day he asked her mother to go to India and complete his high school over there........Her mother was nothing but overwhelmed.she was so happy to see the indian culture in an american boy.........he came to aamchi mumbai...he was very very very happy.he got admission in maurya high school......on his first day he expected his seniors to rag him.but no.no one even dared to do that czzz dey understood that he is an intelligent dude..........

he met a girl in his CHEMISTRY class her name was monisha.she was smart,arrogant,beautiful,but at the same time she was dumb in studies.......the moment troy saw her.he fell for her...you can say it as love at first sight......they bacame frieds and the same day troy met another girl....her name was ALISHA.the most popular girl ever in this high school.....she played pranks.but she knew what were her limits.she never hurts anyone......she was smart,intelligent,outgoing and you can say.....THE GIRL NEXT DOOR...................troy asked that girl out that can you please tell me how to say i love you in hindi but in FILMY ESHTYLE.......she thought that this is the right time to play another prank.she told him that u have lie down on our knees and say 'TUM ULLU KI PATTHI HO"..THE GUY DIDN'T KNEW DAT WHAT THIS MEANT...........he did the same....and as usually the girl was so damn angry at him she threw the big scoop of chocolate brownie at him.he was sad.the girl thought ki ab kuch zada hi ho gaya hain....she went to apologise and guess what.......troy forgave her czzz he was not that typical nautanki..........he was understanding....they became friends and then bestest best friends..............high school mein jab bhi koin inka naam leta to hamesha saath mein leta.....they were seen as an example of true friendship..........monisha the female version of devil thought of giving troy another chance.........and troy as a true idiot lover accepted it.............

now it was a LOVEFRIENDSHIP TRIANGLE...........

TROY BECAME MORE AND MORE CLOSE TO MONISHA DAY BY DAY....BUT HE DIDN'T REALIZA THE TRUE LOVE BETWEEN HIM AND HIS BEST FRIEND.........YES.THATS TRUE........alisha had a personal crush on troy from day 1..........but he never realized it..troy became more close to monisha and spmetimes unknowingle he used to ignore alisha.Alisha felt very very sad and ignored but she never complained as she was his true friend.........

BUT STILL, rather getting more attention by troy over alisha..monisha did not wanted troy to be friends with alisha anymore....................

BUT,one day while playing truth and dare...monisha asked out alisha to break her friendship with troy..........alosha being a strong but a gundi type of a girl just said how dare u even say that.............she pushed har hand up to slap monisha but troy held his hand and said STOP IT..........he said that alsiha, are you crazy..she is my gf.how can you slap her.........ALISHA BEING SHOCKED SAID that that troy,are you out of your mind do you even realize about what monisha is saying...........?????.............

but troy said said that she is right any gf wld have prob in this kind of frienship.......THEIR FRIENDSHIP WAS NO MORE........

but monisha being an arrogant girl dumbd troy for any other h0ot guy.........and as a resulT troy was without any friend.....there was no one to support her.............he was alone...............SOONER OR LATER HE STARTED REALIZING THE INPORTANCE OF ALISHA.HE EXPECTED her EVRY SECOND OF HIS LIFE..........

NOW IT IS ALMOST A YEAR,THAT TROY AND ALISHA HAVE not MET EACH OTHER....

but one day there was one hand on troys shoulder saying that....'TU SAALE HAMESHA ZALEEL HI KARWAEGA"......................AND GUESS WHAT THAT GIRL WAS ALISHA...troy could not control himself and burst into tears.........but now alisha was with him to support him.........

TROY NEVER REALIZED THAT ALSIHA LOVED HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING.BUT HE NEVER REALIZED THAT..............

THEY STAYED AS FRIENDS.....INFACT,THEY STAYED AS BESTEST BEST FRIENDS.............BUT THE LOVE INSIDE ALISHA'S HEART NEVER DECREASED...........😍

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mehak arora

@Mojo.

Dazzler

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Posted: 15 years ago

#156

Your username: mehak_arora
Your Name(Optional):mehak arora
Your Age(Optional):13
Topic Number:1
Title of Story:two bodies one soul
a love story of 2 hearts meeting
Story:

OK SO HERE COMES THE HUNK OF THE OFFICE,most probably you can say girls would do anything for him and he would do anything for them.................the hearthrob of connexions...... KARAN KAPOOR. He has been working here for almost an year or two and no girl in the world could ever hate him because as you know girls fall for him at the first sight.

AND HERE ENTERS MISS BEAUTIFUL,boys won't do much for her because she keeps a distance of four feet between her and boys......well you can say an arrogant,interovert,serious and an extremley beautiful girl. So it's the first day in her office and she enters the office with a beautiful black and red salwar kameez but unfortunatley a sad face as she had a fight with a friend that she hates the most........our one and only LAVANYA OBEROI.

So as you know,MR.FLIRTY had to flirt
"hi i am karan" he said while proposing a handshake to her,
"lavanya"she ignore the handshake and said
"so first day........nervous????, of course you are i mean you are getting a chance to talk to the hunk of connexions"
"HUH...????" she said with and irritated expression
"well leave it let me just show you the office"
lavanya was not listening to him and she asked
"where's the boss's cabin??"
"there" he said pointing towards his right with his index finger
and then she left

LAVANYA,came out of the office and was terrified as karan suddenly shouted
"hey beautiful"
"aaaaaaa.... what are you doing?"
"nothing, ok you remember i was supposed to show you th....."
lavanya cut his talk and said
"look karan i am not like that i know you are trying to flirt with me but let me make it clear i am not at all interested please"
"but....."karan said trying to give a clarification
she again cut him and shouted
"pleaseee stop it"
"ok chill girl why are you shouting,just tell me one thing....why are so ignorant and serious or i should say 'BORING'"
"excuse me..???? well have you ever seen yourself in the mirror?"said lavanya starting a fight with him
"oh yeah and i would say i am so HOT"
"urghhhhhhhh..."she said angrily and left from there

And like all love story's here begins another sweet cute little love story. They may hate each
other but they are forgetting hatered is a starting of a new blossoming love story.

Well now 3 weeks had passed and as usual they had been fighting a lot at small-small things
but they didn't knew that god had planned something new for them or we could say the devil had planned somrthing new,
the only person in the office people run away the only....well you can say the rakshas of
the office.....VIVEK CHADHA their BOSSSSSSS or their life taker. Well you can say he is
a very irritating,miser and the devil. People just hate him but MR.PROUD thinks that they
envy him,which is so NOT true.

VIVEK,called karan and lavanya to his office,so they with a lot of difficulty entered
his office as they just kept on fighting that who will enter first but finally
they pushed each other and entered his office.

"may we come in,sir?"
"oh,yes come on guys"
"yes sir?"they both said in a sync and stared at each other with an angry expression
"tell me one thing both of you have you ever been to singapore?well if no then i give you
both a chance to go their"
They both were very happy but their cruel boss don't like people happy except him and then
he burst a bomb by saying just one word
"TOGETHER" a small world changed their lives
"we both?"said lavanya
"together?"said karan
"yes YOU BOTH TOGETHER"
They just stood their stunned with their mouths opened and as soon as they looked at each
other anger ran through their each and every vein but vivek had another bad news for them
"go back home now, pack your bags,get your things ready because your flight is in 5 hours"
and the same expression was on their faces like before.

AFTER, five hours both of them reported back to the office-vivek briefed them and send them
to the airport.

They entered their plane took their seats and they didn't even dare to look at each other
during the whole time they were in the flight but the war was totally on.

So the food was served,they both took their spoons or forks and started eating. People always knew
that lavanya was a very sincere and obidient girl....well she was, but they never knew that
she also had a very naughty side. She started eating her food or we could say she started
irritating KARAN.....she ate her food at a very high pitch and karan never liked when people
made sound while eating
"would you please stop this"
"what now? what have i done?"
"can you please eat your food quitley?"
"well OK let me think.....NO"
"what's your problem?"
"you"
"ohhhhhhhhhhh it's no use arguing with you,let it be....do whatever you want"
"oh yessss i will"lavanya said trying to tease karan

it's almost an hour the lights are tuned off and everybody's sleeping but poor lavanya is trying
to sleep but if you did something to karan you 'gotta pay for it baby. Well as usually karan
had to take his revenge so he started snoring and that irritated lavanya a lot.

"would you please shut up?"
"NO"karan said making a funny face
"why?"
"did you listen to me? then why should i?"
"urghhhhhhh....so do whatever you want"
"oh yes i will"he said trying to copy lavanya

HOURS,passed and the flight was about to land and suddenly lavanya made a worried face.
Trying to look a bit concerned karan asked her
"what happened?"
"hmmmm....well none of your business"
"ok listen i am not in a mood to fight please"
"so,niether am i"
"then whats the matter?"
"ummm..well...ummm, actually ....ummm...OK actually i am scared"
"of what?"
"actually the plain is about to land so that's why"
"wait,what's that supposed to mean?don't tell me you have never travelled by air and that
you are scared of them?is it?don't tell me"
"so i can also be scared of some things"
"hahahahahahahahahhahahah.....you gotta be kidding me"karan started laughing and lavanya could
do nothing but sit ideal praying to god.

finally the captain of the plain announces that the plain is about to land
and lavanya was very scared so she closed her eyes. As the plain touched the ground
she suddenly caught hold of karan and hugged him.He felt a bit akward but still he
warmly stared her and she suddenly realizes that what is she doing,so she slowly looks up
into his eyes and until the plain landed the kept on satring into each other's eyes.
And lavanya was so lost in his eyes that she never realised that when the plain landed.

they came out of the plain
"i am sorry for what happened inside"said she avoiding any eye contact
"it's ok"

AND finally as they reached their hotel another bomb was dropped on them as they came to
know that their miser boss had booked only one room and lavanya was not comfortable.
After hours of argument they decide to stay somewhere else but as they are about to leave
the hotel heavy rain starts and they are left with no choice except staying in one room.

They were getting really bored sitting in their room when VIVEK calls them and tells
them that the clients have delayed the meeting and they will have to stay there for
some more days. And they both get so angry that they feel like killing but they can't help
it.

"ohhhh....i hate this guy,i mean from last 3 weeks he has been irritating me"
"well you are lucky i mean look at me i have been tolerating him from last 2 year"
"ok now let it be i am getting bored,let's go somewhere please"
"are you mad it's pouring outside...no we can't go.....hmmmmmm actually downstairs is a
very good disc let's go there"
"disc but i have never been to a disc"
"so this is your chance let's go,miss 'behenji"
"what how dare you?"she came running towards him and there was water spilled over the floor
so she slipped and fell into karan's arms and they just kept on staring into each other's
eyes continously and then they both came back to their real worlds.

"ummm....well i have to get ready"lavnaya said feeling a bit akward
"why?"
"we were supposed to go party....right?"
"ya right and please don't wear you suits and stuff please"
"then what?"
"what don't you have any western dress?"
"yes i do have but it's too short"
"so....you are going to a disc people wear very short clothes their...actually some people even don't wear any clothes"said karan humourosly

SO lavanya goes to get ready and comes out wearing a white dress almost 3 inche above her knees
and it was a strapless dress and when karan saw her he was stunned he couldn't remove his eyes from her
and there you go may be they both won't realise but they had started falling for each other

so they reach there and lavanya was very nervous so karan said to comfort her
"chill,no one's watching you nothing will happen people come here to relax and enjoy and you should do the same"
"hmmmmmm...ya well thank you"
"your welcome"

they both went at the bar and karan odered a drink for lavanya and himself
"well i don't drink"said lavanya
"i know that is why i odered you an orange juice"
BUT karan's not like that he added some alchohol into her drink and gave her the drink. She drank it and found the taste of the juice a bit unusual
and asked karan
"are you sure it's orange juice"
"yess of course"
"hey karan actually i wanted to apologise for my behaviour before when we were in the office i think you are actually very nice so can we be friends?if you like?"

karan felt a little guilty by all this as he gave her a wrong drink intentionally
"ummmmm...ya sure" and then they both shook hands but now karan had to think how to get her rid of the drink
so he said "hey come let's dance"
"what? sorry i don't know how to dance"
"no problem just follow my lead i am sure you'll catch the steps,now come on let's go!!!"
"but...."he snatched her and took her to the dance floor

AND they danced for a long time but suddenly the DJ turned a romantic slow song both of them did not know what to do so karan proposed a hand to her for slow dancing and she accepted her proposal and karan pulled her close to him and they again got lost into each others eyes and then they danced and dance until the song ended and then lavanya went away with the excuse of washroom.
When she returned she saw karan flirting with other girls and a jealousy factor ran through her so she left from there and karan noticed that.
So she ran to her room and changed her clothes and tears clearly rolled down her cheeks and the bell of the room rang so she cleared her tears and reached for the door and there karan was standing
he started moving close to lavnaya and she just moved backward. The each step he took forward that step she took backward

"what happened,why did you come back so early?"
"ummm.....actually well i was not feeling well"she said looking down towards the floor
"so why didn't you tell me?"
"actually you were busy with those girls so i didn't wanted to disturb you"she said looking behind as she touched the wall and she had nowhere else to go
and karan came more close to lavanya
"ohhhh girls.......i get it that was the reason?"
"no karan it's not like that"
"then what is it like?"he said coming more close to her lips
"ummmmmm....."before she could say anything they kissed each other for a minute.
After that they looked into each others eyes for a long time and finally lavanya said
"I LOVE YOU"they both were quite for some time and karan replied
"I LOVE YOU TOO"tears rolled down lavanya's cheeks 😭and then they finally hugged

SO FINALLY KARAN AND LAVANYA MADE A NEW LOVE STORY
AND LIKE EVERY LOVE STORY HERE ALSO

DILL MILL GAYYE❤️

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Lena

@.Lina.

Inactive

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Posted: 15 years ago

#157

Username: WhiteFantasy
Name: Lena
Topic Number: (13) Any Types of Love Story
Title: My Angel
Story:

I'm still breathing as I lay on the cold, frigid floor, his fingers intertwined with mine. His piercing nails dug into my bare skin. Vehemently, he pinned my hands above my head and in my solemn state of decrepitude, I was forced to comply. His frozen lips touched my collar bone and I flinched but could not make any desperate cries. My muffled sobbing was just the familiar moans coming from a bedroom of a high school party.
I continued to snivel frantically hoping that in due time, he would release me from his violent grasp. He wrathfully struck me with his rough hand. I cried out again and he hit me again. Then I knew that my melancholic weeping was his trivial cacophony. What I dreamed, at that moment, was of false hope tainted by my hapless faith. My cheeks tingled as if I was stung by a poisonous bee in the pores of my pale skin.
I twisted my wrist wishing to free myself from his deathly grip. I could no longer acquiesce to his forced intimacy. As he kissed my bleeding lips, I felt the fire amplifying as it burned my lips. My screams were inculcated, repeating like a broken record, but he would not release me.
I heard the ripping sound of my top and I attempted to reach and cover myself from the shame. He trapped my hands even tighter, slapping me across the other cheek. I cried out in deafening pain but it remained unheard. His dry lips moved down my chest, towards my most protected sanctuary. I closed my eyes as morose tears trickled down my scorching cheeks.
People say that tears help to console and bring placid solace to one who feels isolated. Yet, the icy tears could only mend my sweltering cheeks which soon returned to its fury state. The excruciating pain would not leave me and consolation from the dark hole rapidly developing in my heart and soul could never be healed.What was left of me was soon to be devoured and made impure.
What happened next left me in a dark corner and I, in my discombobulated state, could not rationalize the feral sounds I heard. But I was relieved to sense the sullied touch of the man leave my body. I crossed my arms around my chest hoping to shield the most of my body.
My ragged breath left me in perplexity and I tried to reason the occurrences around me. I heard the discordance of two men belligerently fighting. I dragged myself away from the situation, wherever the situation might be arising, until I felt the wall hit my back. I covered my ears and turned around so I was facing the unseen wall.
I hummed to myself, ready to listen to tranquil sounds of euphony, something beautiful without any kind of disharmony. I could not recall for how long I remained in such a pessimistic state. I only remember the hasty tapping on my back. I flinched but did not crane my head to see who had touched me. I refused to let anyone distract me in my undisturbed serenity, especially that vile, iniquitous man.
His warm hands covered mine and gently he removed my trembling hands from my numb ears. It wasn't that man.
"It's okay." The stranger whispered softly into my ears. I shook my head automatically.
He repeated almost incessantly, "It will be all right. Believe me."
I could not understand my own heart as it steadied to his compliance. I set down my hands under my thighs so I was hugging my knees. I sat motionless while his fingers played with the knot of my blindfold. Soon the piece of cloth loosened and it fell from my eyes which were still closed. I slowly opened them.
He sat behind me, immobile. Taciturn, he did not speak a word as I slowly turned around from the white wall which had somehow become the first aspect I saw. He smiled at me, although his glistening eyes told me something else.
"It's just me," He finally said. My wounded lips quivered from the impending tears that would soon release from my hazel eyes.
"Vivan, thank god. Vivan, it's you. Thank god," My distorted voice seemed utterly inaudible, but I spoke regardless. I was grateful to find someone familiar beside me. I wasn't alone anymore. I was with Vivan.
"Thank god," I stated lucidly this time.
"I'm so sorry. I should've come earlier," He said soothingly as he caressed her cheeks. He rubbed his hand over the bruises on her cheeks. She smiled tenderly.
"Look at you. This is all because of me," He bit his lips as his eyes furrowed. Vivan ran his fingers through her hair; he tucked the loose strands behind her ear. He kissed her forehead then watched as her eyes squinted close. "He shouldn't have done that to you."
He kissed her eyelids as it fluttered from his delicate pecks. Hoping to somehow mend the pain, he caressed her cheeks again. Steadily, his eyes moved to her shreds of clothes. He removed his black leather jacket and slowly put her arms into it so she was safely covered.
"It's too big on me," She spoke softly but he felt the attempted hint of lightheartedness. He chuckled softly as he shed her tears. He would relive her pain and heal the harrowing pain which he could not take away. She would never admit to the torturous aching in her heart, but he could see those agonizing wounds which traced her innocent soul and tainted her unblemished heart.
"Let's go home, Rhea." He told her before lifting her up. She shook away from him clumsily dropping to the bare floor.
"I can't, Vivan. They'll see me. I don't want them to look at me. I can't, Vivan. I can't--
"Rhea, listen to me," he pleaded. He gently held her chin by his index finger and turned her to him. Her eyes widened with petrification as she stared into vacancy. She felt the vicious man's fingers crawl on her own naked skin and she twitched her body.
"He's touching me again! Vivan, make him stop. Vivan, please, make him stop!" She cried. Vivan called out to her in vain. He shook her fiercely and she finally glanced into his light brown eyes.
"He won't touch you, ever again. Rhea, he won't come near you as long as I am here beside you." Vivan told her tranquilly. She vigorously nodded , listening to his words. "Let's go home. I won't let anyone see you. Do you believe me?"
Rhea gestured a yes and spoke indistinctly. He smiled. Vivan put his arm around her so he was shielding her. He blocked her vision on purpose as he stepped outside. All the curious eyes turned to him and Rhea. He paid no heed to the rest of the world as his motive was to protect her.
"Rhea, we're going to go home, okay?" He told her. She nodded.
"Do you remember the blanket your mother gave you when you were a child? You would share it with me when we were little. Do you remember?" He asked, hoping to distract her.
Rhea nodded again. He moved fast through the crowd avoiding the hostile glares from others. He caressed her hair as he pushed the hair on to her face so she would not see the rancorous stares. When they had finally reached Vivan's car, he set her down in the car. He let her go so he could get into the driver's seat.
"See, we're going home. Just a little more time. Do you still believe in me?"
Rhea nodded again, her eyes gleaming with potential tears, but she did not cry. She found the eyes of Vivan which showed the glint of luminosity. He was her faith.
"I believe in you," she said. "As long as you are with me, I will be fine."
"Then I will be with you in every step you take," he promised.

Edited by WhiteFantasy - 15 years ago

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shweta_ani

@shweta_ani

Beginner

Posted: 15 years ago

#158

Your username: shweta_ani
Your Name(Optional): Shweta
Your Age(Optional): 19
Topic Number: Any Type Of Love Story - Happy.
Title of Story: Arranged Marriage.
Story: Arranged Marriage.
By Shweta.

Arranged Marriage.

I was walking down the aisle slowly, when the realization finally struck me. I'm getting married.

I'm getting married.

I'm getting married.

I'm getting married? I really am getting married. I look up to see the groom's face. My husband, or at least not for a few minutes was looking at me, with a forced smile. I can tell it is forced as I can see him swallowing hard over and over again as his Adam's apple moves up and down.

He is nervous. So am I.

We met just once, on the day he came to see me, with his mother and father. Odd day that was, I was all dressed up in a ghagra, a pink one with silver work and sequins. I adored the dress, but it did nothing to bring me out of my daze. I was still confused.

I had just got out of college after doing my honors in law. I was roaring ahead to become an assistant to a lawyer, and then my parents sat me down. They said it was time to get married. It was time to settle down. I could do my job after marriage too, no one would stop me. The man they saw for me completely understood, they had said. In fact he wanted a wife that would work after marriage. He is open minded, handsome, smart, and successful, they had said. He too was a lawyer. He works for a well known firm, and is earning well. He's the perfect man for me, they had said. And who could understand a lawyer better than a lawyer?

The deal was done, he's coming to see me tomorrow, they had said. I nodded my head throughout the conversation giving my input whenever necessary.

Yes I'd see him, yes I am excited, yes I know that it was time to get married, and yes I know they didn't see me as a burden. Yes I am perfectly alright with getting married. Yes, I love them, and thank you.

The next day he walked into the room, his parents following behind. A smile was plastered on his face. He wore a gray suit with a white tie and looked really handsome, I thought after my first glance of him behind the curtains. He was about six feet, with crumpled hair and a chiseled jaw. His eyes were the same jet black as his hair, and he had a prominent nose. His individual features may not be perfect, but all put together he looked handsome. Boyish, and charming.

He smiled at my parents and bent down to take their blessings. He causally asked them how they were, and praised the house, and then fell silent. After that our parents did all the talking. He looked around himself as our parents spoke.

No they didn't take dowry, just their daughter was enough. Yes, everything was fine at home, and everyone is excited to see their young man grow up and getting married. How about with them? To which her parents smiled and said they were excited too. This was the first they were seeing, and they didn't want to make any mistakes, and so didn't the man's family.

My prospective groom's face found mine and he gave a little smile. My parents followed the direction of his eyes and called me into the room, and I slowly placed the tray of coffee in front of them. I sat down next to my parents.

I answered a few questions and asked a few questions, and five minutes later our parents were calling relatives, spreading the good news that their children were getting married. They made us sit together on one couch as they went through the rituals of the engagement. They immediately called a pundit and asked him to set a date for the wedding.

I smiled throughout the date fixing, and smiled and acted shy, even though I felt totally numb. I didn't know this would be it. I thought I'd have to look around, meet many more people, and go through the whole process over and over again.

I had expected I would have enough time to adjust to the idea that I was getting married, I didn't know it would be over so quickly. I didn't feel a thing. I turned to look at my fiance and at that same moment he turned to look at me. Our eyes met, and we stilled for a moment before giving each other a helpless smile.

His smile was sweet and reassuring. I suspected this was his first time too, and he too was feeling all the things I was feeling at this particular moment. Confused, scared, and helpless.

But we both knew it wasn't a sentence, and our parents would perfectly allow us to stay single, and find let us find our own partners. But we also knew this was their wish, and we would agree to it no matter what happened between us.

I sat on the little stool next to my would be, and held my hands in fists next to me. I really was nervous. I turned to look at him, but his attention was focused on what the pundit was telling him to do. After a moment I realized I was supposed to do these things with him, and paid more attention to the pundit. Finally after fifteen minutes of mantras, and prayers, he stood up and tied the yellow thread to my neck.

I stood up as instructed and took the seven rounds of the fire, my hand in his. Three rounds he walked ahead of me, three rounds I walked ahead of him, and one round we both walked together, symbolizing that I would bend sometimes, and he would, and at times we both would take decisions together. I suspected I would have thoroughly enjoyed these rituals if it weren't for my nervousness.

Finally the wedding was over, and I made my way to the entrance of the hall, to leave to the car that would take us to the reception hall. I cried and hugged my parents, as I would no longer be living with them anymore. They were my family for twenty five years, and now I would be living with a new family. With a brand new husband, who I haven't spoken two words with.

I got into the car and wiped my tears.

"Are you OK?" My husband asked, he sounded genuinely concerned.

"I am, I just...would miss them." I replied giving him a weak smile.

"You can meet them anytime you want, I promise. Just tell me when, and I'd take you over to them."

"Thank you. I'd really appreciate that."

"Your welcome." He replied, and smiled at me nervously. I supposed he was scared I'd break out in tears again. But this warm interior and warm company were already making me feel better.

We walked into the reception hall, and turned to go into each of our dressing rooms. We changed into simpler clothes and took our place on the stage, ready for people to greet us with their wishes and presents.

One by one, people came and wished us, and gave us their presents. We took photos with each of them, and smiled pleasantly. We accepted the elder's blessings, heard our friends teasing and laughed with the children. Then finally, the last of them had greeted us, after two hours, and we went to eat.

Neither of us ate much, just a few chapattis and vegetables. At one point an older lady came to us, and urged us to feed each other. We nervously fed each other a bite of the chapatti, and laughed uneasily as she took our photos.

With that done, we made our way out of the hall as the last of the guests left, and got back in the car to leave for our honeymoon.

It was planned in Karnataka, the land of sandalwood. Throughout the plane ride, we only spoke when necessary.

I asked him how he felt, he said fine, and asked me the same question only to get the same answer. When the air hostess appeared with a tray of cold drinks, we both took some Pepsi and drank slowly, him watching out of the window, and me watching the television. A Govinda movie was playing.

"Is he your favorite actor?" He asked softly.

"Not really, but this picture is one of his best."

"Oh, which is it?"

"Jaisi Karni Waisi Bharni." I replied, and lost interest in the movie, I was glad to finally have a conversation with him. It didn't matter if it was about films.

"What's the story?" He asked again, I could tell he was just as desperate to make conversation as I was.

"It's about a man who marries a rich woman and abandons his parents, only to have it done to them by their son as revenge for treating his grandparents that way."

"Sounds interesting." He replied politely.

I didn't have an answer for that so I just kept quiet. It was up to him to make conversation now. We both looked at each other blankly for a few minutes and returned to our earlier tasks - him watching out the window, and me watching the movie, cursing myself for ruining the conversation with silence.

The plane landed in Karnataka, and we took a taxi to the hotel. We entered our room, and I saw two single beds with a coffee table in between, which dominated the entire room. I turned my head to look at him, surprised to see two beds.

"I didn't want to pressure you. We both don't know each other well, and it wouldn't be right to drown head first into the intimacies of marriage without even knowing each other well." He said and walked towards a small room which looked like the bathroom. "I'm going to change, and then you can, and then we'll rest. The tour bus will take us away tomorrow." He gave me a polite smile and closed the door behind him.

I was so touched. I knew this man was a good man, but this was really sweet. Those were my exact feelings, but I was sure he would ask me to be intimate with him. I had been prepared for it, and now I felt speechless. I sat down at the bed on the right, and watched the bathroom door intently, half expecting him to come out and give me one more of his polite smiles.

Fifteen minutes later, I was soaking my hair under the shower and applying some shampoo. My hair really was ruined after all the hair dresser had done to it just yesterday.

Yesterday? It had only been twenty three hours since I became a married woman. Not a day. But it felt like a day, in fact, it felt like an eternity. I closed my eyes and increased the intensity of the water.

I applied some conditioner on my hair, waited for a minute and washed it off. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out of the shower.

I placed my nightgown on a chair in the bathroom, and put it on, shivering against the cool air of the air conditioner, as I stepped into the room. My new husband was already asleep. He lay on his back, his hands on his stomach, holding the blanket in place, and his face turned toward the window.

I went to the bed I sat on earlier, and lay down. I watched my husband sleep for a while, his face hidden from me, and slowly drifted off to sleep myself. So far, being married wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be.
***
Our entire honeymoon was spent making polite conversation and shopping for our families. The two days we stayed in Karnataka, we spoke only about our families, and kept asking each other if we were fine.

I realized my new husband was shy, and didn't talk much. But I couldn't understand if he was shy with me, or with everyone else too, and if he didn't talk to everyone, or was it just me?

I suspected it was the latter as he spoke brightly to the shop keepers, and communicated very well, in spite of the communication gap caused by the language barrier.

The honeymoon, though quiet, was peaceful and fun. I enjoyed myself and enjoyed the company. He would point out some things to me and give me some facts, which I knew I'd never forget, and would likely pass on to my children and grandchildren. They were stories of the demons, Lords, and kings that ruled the state, the myths, the facts, and every little piece of information.

He knew just exactly where to go, what to see, what to skip, where to eat, how much to pay, and how to enjoy ourselves in our limited budgets.

But we still couldn't escape our polite conversations and anxious smiles. We were still nervous. I'd seen in movies and read in books, that the honeymoon would make a couple fall in love with each other, but the only thing that happened between us in the honeymoon was friendship. No romantic memories. No kisses and hugs. No photos of holding hands and talking shyly. We stood like stick figures next to each other in every photo, and looked every bit as uncomfortable as we felt.

I got out of the taxi, and waited patiently as he paid the fare. Then I walked quietly beside him as he entered our building, and entered the new flat our parents had bought for us as a wedding present. We weren't going to live with his parents; we were going to live alone, with each other.

I didn't know how to take that information. I would love to live with elders in the house, but I also want to live alone with my husband till we become husband and wife in the true sense. Emotionally and physically.

"This is it." He said as he opened the door of the apartment. His face fell open after the view inside, and I too, was shocked by the sight.

There were papers spread out all over the floor, the windows had dirt on them, the furniture too would need dusting, and everything was cluttered. I turned to face my husband, and wanted to speak my mind and ask him why this place was such a mess, and why did he bring me to such a horrid place, but I stopped just in time. It was obvious he too was as surprised as me, and I didn't want to hurt him.

"It's fine." I said instead. "This place just needs a bit of a cleaning up."

"My parents promised they would get it done." He replied, looking at me with horror in his eyes. "I...I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright, really. I know together, we could clean this place up and make it look like a home." I smiled at him, my most confident smile, and walked into the living room slowly pacing the floor flooded with newspapers.

"How can this become a home? It's...its horrid!"

"No, it's not. The more I look at it, the less hopeless it looks." I said and actually meant it. The house really was beautiful. The previous owner did some repairs before selling it, and the paints and woodwork was perfect, the only problem was the dusty windows and the furniture. Also, the newspapers lying around.

I just have to get to work now, and with his help, all would be fine. Like he read my mind, he walked towards me, and started gathering the newspapers from the floor, to reveal freshly polished white marbled tiles.

"See, that is beautiful." I said brightly.

"You're right. Let's get to work then, shall we?" He asked taking my hand. I smiled and took his hand, and we both shook our hands and began work.

After five hours of hard labor, we discovered the house really was beautiful, and perfect. The only problem was the bed. It had no mattresses, and it was too hard and cold to sleep on as it was. So was the floor.

He quickly put his mind to use, and placed a chair in front of the desk, and urged me to sleep, sitting on the chair, with my head rested on the table. He decided to sleep on the floor anyway.

I fell into a deep sleep in spite of my position. I dreamt about the apartment, and all the stuff remaining to do. First thing was to get some mattresses. I woke after a sleep of seven hours, but continued to stay as I was. My eyes half open as I watched my husband move around the house. He looked absolutely breath taking in his shirt and trousers. He had to return to work, and was frantically getting dressed. I could tell he didn't want to wake me, as he carefully placed one foot in front of the other quietly. I smiled at his concern, and closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, I felt something soft touch my open cheek. Then I heard quiet footsteps, and the door close. I straightened and put my hand to my cheek. Had he kissed me? Or was that soft thing a passing insect?
***
What was I thinking? Thank God she was asleep. She would have got the wrong idea, otherwise. I can't believe I kissed her! I know I'm starting to have feelings for her, and she looked so beautiful and innocent with her face half covered, but I can't force my feelings on her. I can't make her love me. Try as I might feelings can't be forced! You stupid, stupid man! What if you scared her?

My phone began to ring, and I was surprised to find a new number on the screen. "Hello?" I answered, thinking it to be a wrong number.

"Hey, it's me." I heard the familiar voice, and I felt my body tense, what if she called to put me in my place?

"Yeah?" I asked, acting cool.

"I just wanted to check if the number worked, you didn't leave your number with me, so I called your mother..."

"Oh!" I said, and felt myself relax. "I'm sorry, I completely forgot."

"Its fine...listen, I also called to ask you...if you're free in the evening? My friends are throwing a party in the honour of our wedding, and they called us over at six tonight."

"Six? Yeah, I'll come."

"You sure? Because I can cancel if you don't want to..."

"No it's fine." I said interrupting her. "I'd be honoured to accompany you."

"Thanks." I could feel her smile. "I'll meet you later then?"

"Later." I replied and heard the phone disconnect. I sighed, so she really didn't know I kissed her. I felt a bit disappointed. It would have been nice for her to know I'm having feelings for her.
***
I looked at myself in the mirror, and touched my cheek again. I haven't stopped doing that since this morning. He kissed me. I can't make head or tails why. Was it because he likes me? Or was it just a goodbye kiss?

But why would a man, who hasn't even spoken to me properly, give me a goodbye kiss? He was just as new to this as me, and just as nervous and scared. Was he really starting to have feelings for me?

The doorbell rang, and I broke out of my trance. I opened the door to see him nervously smiling at me. He had a bag in his hand, and as soon as he entered he placed the bag in my hand, mumbled something about not giving me a proper wedding present, and left the room to freshen up in the bathroom.

I watched him move around with hypnotic attentiveness, and then watched as he closed the bathroom door behind him. Then I looked down into the packet, carried it to the bedroom with no beds, and sat on the floor, with the packet in front of me. Then I opened it slowly to find a teal sari, with green embroidery. It looked beautiful. I hesitated, and realised that this dress was for the party tonight. I looked at the watch, it was definitely too late to go looking for a blouse piece and get it stitched. I ran to my closet, and looked around for a blouse that I might already have that matched the sari.

Luckily, I found a green blouse that matched the work in the sari. I immediately wore it, and some green bangles and earrings, before going out to subject myself to my husband's inspection. He was pouring himself a glass of Pepsi, and I cleared my throat to get some attention.

He turned around, and I could see he liked how I looked by the sudden drop of his jaw.

"You look...really pretty..." He said nervously, and turned back to the table. I didn't feel bad about his odd reaction; because I knew he liked the get up. It was pretty obvious. I went over to him and passed an empty glass to him. He poured me some Pepsi and turned to look at me. I turned too, and the both of us were locked in something I couldn't put my finger on.

Then he turned away, and the spell was broken. "Let's leave. There'll be lot of traffic to V.T, plus we have to walk to the Taj." He said and walked towards the door. I smiled inwards and was glad he wasn't pushing his feelings at me. Because it was obvious he likes me. And maybe, I like him too?
***
"Your husband really is handsome girl! You are really lucky!" My friend whispered to me as we watched my husband talking to one of my friends, and laughing. That was the first time I saw his genuine laughter.

"Thank you." I whispered back.

"Your parents did you good, he's delicious. I bet you can't keep your hands off him, eh?"

"Shut up, that's none of your business." I replied, blushing.

"Oh stop blushing! You're twenty five now; you shouldn't act like a giddy teenager."

"OK, mom." I replied and turned my attention to my husband. He was laughing again, whatever my friend was saying seemed to be really funny. Why can't I make him laugh like that? My friend really was a genuinely funny girl, but shouldn't I be the one to make him laugh?

Irritated I walked over to them, and asked my husband for a dance. He smiled and took my hand, and led me to the dance floor. A slow song was playing; I recognised it and starting singing the song.

"You have a really beautiful voice."

"Thank you..." I went bright red; I didn't know I was singing aloud. "...you have a beautiful laugh."

"Oh, thanks..." He replied and went bright red too. The two of us avoided each other's gaze for a while and continued dancing. Our friends around us were looking at us curiously. I didn't want them to know we were nowhere near as close as we should be, so thinking fast; I gave him a kiss on his cheek while he was looking away.

He froze on the spot, and turned to me. I gave a nervous giggle, and his eyes closed, then he opened them again, smiled, and kissed my forehead. He looked into my eyes and I was lost.

I didn't even know we were still dancing, and when the music stopped, he stopped too. He led me back to my friends and answered they're many questions one by one. He endured the teasing, and laughed along with them and made them laugh. He really was good company, I couldn't help but think. All my friends seemed to like him.

We waited for the bus in the stop, and sat a little distance away from each other. We hadn't spoken to each other since the incident. I was too embarrassed to speak, and I sensed that he didn't really know what to say.

Five minutes, then ten, then fifteen, and slowly a half an hour went by, and the bus still didn't come. We sat in silence for a half an hour, and I looked anywhere but at him. Then I heard him clear his throat, and turned to face him.

He had a mischievous grin on his face. I raised an eyebrow at his expression and he started laughing.

"What?" I asked starting to grin. His laugh was infectious.

"How do you fit an elephant into the fridge?" He asked, and I looked at him blankly.

"How?" I asked.

"By opening the door." He replied and burst out laughing. I laughed too, but more because he was laughing than because of the joke.

"How would you fit a cow in the fridge?" He continued. This time I replied instantly.

"By opening the door." I said confidently.

"Wrong, first you take the elephant out." He laughed again, and I joined in this time, again not because of the joke, but at my stupidity.

"Ok, so all animals went to the wedding of a crocodile to another, but two didn't who were they?"

I looked at him suspiciously and said I didn't know the answer to that one.

"The two that were there in the fridge." He replied. This time I laughed because of the joke.

"Where did you learn all these?" I asked trying to control my laughter.

"I'm a funny guy." He said, and smirked.

The bus arrived at that moment and we rushed to catch it. It was completely crowded, but we took it anyway. We really couldn't wait another half an hour for the bus.

I struggled to get into the bus, and then struggled to stand. Being short I had to push my way through everyone, while my husband easily walked behind me.

I walked ahead and stood in front of the ladies seat. To my left and right were two really fat ladies and they shoved and pushed me every minute I stood there. I felt irritated and couldn't wait for the stop. I turned around to look for my husband but couldn't find him. I looked around nervously. I slowly walked the length of the bus, and still couldn't find him. Nervously I pulled out my cell phone to call him, but then I heard his familiar voice. He was calling my name.

I found him blocking an empty ladies seat, and saw the two fat ladies trying to push past him. I quickly went over to him, and he grabbed me and sat me down in the seat. Once I sat he pulled away from the ladies and stood at the seat behind me.

I sat down confused and surprised. He was fighting those ladies for me? He blocked the seat so I could sit? That was so...sweet.

We got out of the bus, and he stretched himself, groaning as he said, "I hate crowded buses."

He walked ahead of me, and I followed him still in a daze. Not even my friends did that for me, and this man barely knew me. I wanted to thank him, but the words were stuck in my throat. I smiled every time he turned to look at me. The lump in my throat growing harder as I realised he was turning back every other minute to see if I was safely following him.

Was it just concern for another human being? Or did he feel something for me? The kisses, the jokes, the concern...everything was so...unexpected. I don't know about him, but I really am feeling like this was the best choice I ever made.

Ours was an arranged marriage. We barely spoke two words to each other before our marriage, and spoke maybe five after it. Everything was arranged, the meeting, the wedding, the honeymoon, and the house.

Our parents washed their hands clean of their responsibilities, the day we got married. Their only responsibility: to call us every other day to see if we were happy. And although there wasn't a breath taking romantic scene every day, and there were no intimacies, and sometimes there weren't even any words, but we still survived.

It's been a year since our marriage, and we're still shy, and still polite. But even though we don't know each other's pasts, and don't know each other's favourite things, we know what makes us happy.

We get up every morning together, talk for five minutes, get ready for work, then meet each other for lunch, talk some more, and then go home, cook a meal together, and eat dinner together.

And though we don't whisper sweet nothings to each other every night, it is still as magical...even though he doesn't get me roses every day, he is still as romantic...and though we don't talk much, we still know each other as well as any couple who had a love marriage.

And it doesn't matter if we had a love marriage or an arranged one, as long as we are happy. We smile every day, we laugh every day, we miss each other every day, and though we're polite, I know we love each other just as well as any couple who fell in love. I'm expecting a little baby, and I know there will be more, and I know they will be loved.

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Posted: 15 years ago

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SWEET N cute story on friendship n love samica [ ksgforever10]
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Your username: Amail1601

Your Name: Aditi

Topic Number: 2

Title of Story: Finding Love...

Story:

"What the hell is wrong with her!"

Sanjana was angry, very angry, and very scared too. She felt sick. She had had another fight with her best friend. No. Not her best friend. Trisha was her sister. At least that was how it had been from the moment they had met three years ago – "love at first sight".

But now things had suddenly changed. Or maybe not suddenly. The signs had always been there.

"Now that makes me sound like one of those melodramatic heroines who has just discovered that her husband has been committing adultery," she thought ruefully.

She tried calling Trisha for the fifteenth time, but again there was no response.

***

Dialling. No response.

Sanjana had lost count of the number of times she had called Trisha during the past six hours. This had never happened before. They had always fought, made up a few minutes later, and spent the rest of the day gossiping and generally behaving like a couple of lovebirds. This time.....

***

Dialling.

Trisha answered the phone. Yelled at Sanjana. Said that it was all over. Sanjana tried reasoning with her, tried to let her know how much she loved her and did not want to hurt her, tried to explain that she had only been trying to protect Trisha, but nothing worked.

***

Sanjana reached her room, pushing her German Shepherd away when he came to welcome her home. "Go away, you idiot. I hate her. I hate you. I HATE EVERYONE!" She knew she had to stop yelling. She knew she was hurting the poor animal who had so innocently and sweetly come to show her how happy he was to see her, but somehow his affection made her angrier. It hurt her. It felt like a knife twisting in her chest. "I don't want your love!" she yelled. Marc whined, gave her his paw to appease her, but Sanjana pushed him away. He ran and hid under the table like he always did when he was scolded.

Seeing the pain in his eyes increased her own pain, so she turned away.

A week had passed since the fight. She had tried to talk to Trisha many times, but she hadn't wanted to listen. Today, though, Trisha had finally "given in". She had told Sanjana that she had forgiven her, and they were friends, but only in the sense that they would talk to each other. No more affection. No more concern.

Sanjana should have been happy with Trisha's forgiveness and taken what she was giving, but she didn't want a friendship that she saw as fake.

She had walked away.

Now she was missing her best friend, wondering what had gone so wrong, wishing this would turn out to be just a nightmare.

Suddenly she felt a cold, wet touch on her bare back.

It was Marc, leaning on her bed to lift her shirt and tickle her like he always did when she was working or upset.

"Stop it dude!" she said, smiling a bit.

The nuzzling continued.

She suddenly turned and grabbed Marc in a huge bear hug. They both nuzzled each other, and Marc's tail wagged at full speed.

As they both got over the initial frenzy, Marc settled his head in Sanjana's lap, and she laid her cheek on his forehead. Marc's tail swished slowly from side to side.

"I am sorry I scolded you." she whispered.

His tail wagged a bit faster in response, and then he sighed.

"I love you."

His tail responded again, and he looked up at her with a goofy grin and ears flattened against his head.

She smiled and he looked at her for a few moments before returning his head to her lap.

Sanjana again laid her cheek on his forehead, knowing that this was "it".

True friendship, true love - absolutely pure, totally unconditional.

She wasn't alone. She was loved.

***

A lot of people don't like pets, and though I don't condemn them or anything, but I just want to say that animals, especially dogs are wonderful creatures - they are babies forever, and their love is totally pure and unconditional.

I have always found my dogs to be my best friends - my brothers, my protectors, my confidantes, my confessioners, as well as my court jesters. This story is dedicated to them, and pets the world over.

Cheers!!