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Posted on : 08-11-2011 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story

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It was the time when I was gearing up for the departmental sports meet,way back in 7th standard. Everyday practice made me tired , and I returned home with a tiring face. Finally the day arrived. Without bothering about the results of my race I celebrated the victory of my school.
In the same athletic meet i couldn’t help but notice the guy who was about six feet tall. Later, it happened to fall to my ears that he was the best athlete present there on the ground. Without bothering about his presence I moved on to celebrate the victory of my school.
Three years since then on, it was all the same as it could be. Then came one of the supposedly most important exam of my life. Co-incidentally he was in the same block that i was in. I found girls around me noticing him but, i never bothered. Those twenty days just passed.
One and half years later when I was jus about to complete my pre-university, a friend of mine gave my cell phone number to the same guy whom I had come across co-incidentally, many a times, ever since my higher primary school. It seemed funny, but I behaved as if everything was normal. He texted me and didn’t know who it was. After a chat of some hours he told me his details. Though I was excited enough, I never made him realise I was. I refused to talk to him when my conscience asked me to do so. Then after ten days came the festival of lights. He was off to a holy place called Tirupathi. While he was on the way to the place he proposed me for the first time. My heart skipped a beat. I was in a state of shock. Again, I behaved normal. Since then for two months, there wasn’t even a single day when he didn’t ask me out. The one line that he always repeated was ’that’s ok if you don’t like me. You can be frank and tell me if it is so ’.
I never thought the day to come would turn out to be the D-day. It was 31st December night. Both of us happened to land up at the same party spot to celebrate the welcoming of a new year. I knew he was leaving to Mangalore the very next day. I couldn’t believe I was not comfortable with the fact that he was going. I missed him in the real sense. That night when he proposed again, I couldn’t help it, but say yes.
Things went on well for really a good amount of time. Trouble showered four days after his first birthday, with me being in a relationship with him. I got to know something which wasn’t pleasing to my ears. Soon things got resolved and we were back together like before.
The two dates that I can never forget were 28th and 29th of march when, we for the first time kissed and hugged each other. Before things could get normal for a longer period petty fights began to emerge and the worse part of it was that we never celebrated birthdays and anniversaries together since destiny never allowed us to remain without quarrelling when those dates approached.
Slowly time passed by, and reasons of fight grew to be bigger and it seemed as if things could never get normal after all that had happened.
Today, when I look back it feels that my feelings still remain and, will always remain the same for him but, I have failed to realise what went wrong that its not the same with him. I fail to understand why he cannot have the same feelings that I do.
I believe the love story has been weird to here. But with all the thick and thin moments that I have been through, I still believe they were the best moments of my life.
(Tanu and Vishak – Not together anymore but are still together somewhere.) …….. love, Tanu…!

(Screen) Name: Tanvis


I Dated My Sister’s Ex

Posted on : 10-09-2011 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : First Love, Romance Love Story

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Some people might think that I’m too young to have a love story because I’m only 13 but yes, I have one. It all started when my sister broke up with her boyfriend last January. So I ended up comforting her and her boyfriend, Alex.
Alex was a “heart-breaker”. He was good-looking, with light skin, black hair, and solemn dark brown eyes. He’s also the captain of the school’s basketball team. Because I enjoyed playing pranks on other people for fun and so did he, we get along with each other very well. Until then I had a funny feeling whenever he’s next to me. At first, I didn’t believe it was happening, but yeah…I fell in love with him.
It was hard to accept the truth that I liked him, since I never had a crush on a boy before. After all, he’s a year older than me, so it’s like hanging out with your brother. But somehow, I felt a wee bit jealous when Alex had a new girlfriend, and I was taken aback when I saw him (by coincidence) kissing her near the school’s dark hallway. By that time, I was crying. It was weird because I rarely cried. And I thought that Alex will never, ever, be mine…
The midterm-test was about to start when I heard from a friend of my sister’s that Alex broke up with his girlfriend. Again I held on to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he will notice me. And it was proved that a girl’s instinct is never wrong. When I’m about to walk home, somebody called my name. I turned around. It was Alex.

“Hey, Z****!”

“Yeah?” I said.

“Can I…can I walk you home?”


So there I was, walking home with one of the most good-looking guys at school. It was a little awkward at first, but then we talked like we used to when we’re at school. He walked me home and went on. It was so damn good.
My cellphone rang that night. The number was not in my contacts list, but I answered it anyway.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hi. Umm…is this Z****’s phone number?” It was a voice of a boy.


“It’s me, Alex.”

Oh my gosh, I thought. What kind of dream is this??!!

“Oh hey, Alex. What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I just wanna know if you’re already in bed.”

“Well, I am going now.”

“Oh okay. So…good night then.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“Sweet dreams.”

Then he hung up.

The next day, it was my 13th birthday! I didn’t get many presents, but I appreciate it. But I didn’t expect any presents from Alex. He asked me to come to his house at 7 p.m that night. Alex led me to his bedroom.

“Umm….happy birthday,” he said, after he closed the door behind him.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Sorry I can’t give you much but…I hope this is enough,” Alex got out a red rose and gave it to me.

I took it from his hands.

“Can I say something to you?” asked Alex.


He held my right hand and kissed it, “I love you, Z****.”

“Come again?”

“I love you. I’m sorry, I should’ve said that earlier, but-”

I put my finger on his lips before he said another word.

“I love you too, Alex.”

He smiled and kissed me right away.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“Yeah, I will.”

I’ll never let Alex go because I love him so much. He means everything to me and I care deeply for him. I can’t live without you, Alex. I’ll always love you…

(Screen) Name: Red


A Love Story in Italy

Posted on : 29-06-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story

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Many of days I sat by myself thinking of her. The magic in her hazel eyes touched me. Though I am far distant from her now, it is not little I have recollections of her delightful smile. On serene summer nights, as a beautiful sonata plays, she often comes to mind. I muse over what seems to be an urgent absence of her presence.However, her silhouette still gently lies upon my thoughts. In the twilight,at the drifting of a cool aromatic breeze, I dream of Ella.
As I recall, I met her on a visit to the small Italian city of Naples. Though it had been some years ago, I still remember just how she looked then. From the beginning I never fancied encountering her. As a tourist I wanted to get out and explore my surroundings. Since I had a month cessation from school in the United States, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity for me to learn something new.
My tourist guide, a man by the name of Alberto Giovanni led group of those persons who like me wanted to examine the city. I was also apart of this tourist class. Giovanni, a middle aged man, appeared small in stature. He had a noitceable bald spot. There were remaining shrieks of gray hair on each side of his head. His protruding belly was the most recognizable, although his appearance overall resembled a unique kind of youthfulness.
The indivduals present were guests with me in Italy’s finest lodgings and resorts. I had met each one prior to the tour. There was no distance among each of us. Everyone was acquainted for the most part.At the commencement of the tour we all gathered around to take pictures of the picturesque towns. Upon passing historical sites our guide would pause, and explain certain aspects of our explorations. I learned quickly the irony involved with such a beautiful and peaceful country. It was pretty much created in the midst of various civil wars.
As we proceeded along, there were a menagerie of villages and public eating places becoming quite visible to us. Fully within the limits of the foreign assortments, everyone decided to stop for a bite to eat.I wasn’t the least bit of surprised when all in the group wanted pizza, although I have heard the Italians never invented this dish. As we all agreed upon the restaurant suitable for us, there was no hesitation to repair to the chosen public eating area. Before entering the restaurant however, my attention was suddenly arrested.
It was on a balmy Monday afternoon when my eyes fastened hard upon her. I thought to myself she could be no more than twenty years of age, Ella that is. Her eyes met mine as she smiled to indicate a subtle attraction. She had been working in her father’s shop that day, and was about to leave. I distance myself from the group I had heretofore kept company with, to approach what seemed to me a fallen gem.
Of the sunlight that fell across her hair…the dye from henna leaves accenuating her long tresses…reflected from her a red tint slightly varied. The yellow nylon dress she wore was of viola decor. Her form had a regal grace. Her toenails were perfectly painted, as if by a skillful pedicurist; the black high hill shoes around her feet, complimented all too well the eye shadow across her eyelids. She was like a topaz jewel in November.
When I got to where she was standing I introduced myself. She reciprocated by giving me her name. The conversation was natural, and it seemed like we had known each other for a long time. As we both talked there came an abrupt ending. Ella’s father called her back inside the shop. He caught sight at what was taking place. From the disapproval in his voice, he did not like the idea of me exhanging words with his daughter. She quickly hurried away, but before she left, she whispered in my ear to meet her at a certain place. I made a gesture to let her know I understood her.
I again joined the company I had been with since the early morning. It was evident from the chuckles and laughs all knew what had taken place.
I was in harmony with my fellow tourists, because as fate would have it, cupid struck me with his arrow. Following our lunch we visted more sites in Italy, until it was time to go back to the hotel. Once there, everyone seperated to their own rooms to rest. Later that evening there was to be a play in which all visitors wanted to attend. As for me I decided to take a shower and freshen up, I had a date.
On the approach of twilight while the guests gathered to go watch the show, I began my walk to the Italian square. Here I would meet Ella. When I arrived I saw her sitting on a bench. There she was, her long flowing hair lying gently on her back. Just like before, she did not lack in beauty, as it was obvious to me the intoxication of her symmentry ravished my heart. It was in secret we spent the first day, and the days that followed, endeavoring to hide from Ella’s father the relationship we discovered.
It was not long before she graced my lips with hers. I was transfixed in the romance that had taken control, while the many sunsets pour floods of light, bathing the The Venice River in orange. This river her and I sailed upon. She bedazzled me with one touch her hand, and her fingertips dripped eloquence on moonlit streams. Ella told me her father did not like me. He knew I did not come from a pure Italian line, and therefore, detested me.
Although the intrique was from the beginning a taboo, I made an effort to beguile the time by holding her in a caress embrace. We chose ignore the old traditions that once threatened love, and notwithstanding her father forbidding our relationship, we saw each other everyday.Though it was premature in essence, Ella and I wanted to marry. I desired her for my wife, but how could I pass the ethnic demarcation? To elope seemed like the more preferred choice between her and me.
The weeks had become shorter since I arrived in Italy, and soon I would leave to go back home. Being in Ella’s company was amazing. As it was our amusement, Ella and I would escape to the country side to the villa her father owned. In the heat of noon the two of us engaged in a quiet storm. Far the time was spent. In our realization of this, we would make our way back to the open square where I first met her. Strange I had no inkling of a thought that soon our time together would come to a sudden end.
Usually Ella and I parted only to see each other the next day; however, on one particular night she and I would be forever parted. It would end in a sad irony. The month in Naples Italy brought wedding bells in the sweetest vision. It was bella sera when my expectations were to be disappointed. Nightfall settled in rather quickly, and while sitting in the frequented places of Italy where lovers go to enjoy a secret rendezvous, Ella and I held each other freely under the starry sky.Entwined in silence, we closed our eyes in a lover’s tide.
Suddenly, the romantic moment was interrupted. Ella began to distance herself from me. As I opened my eyes, I met hers filled with so much consternation. Looking over my head, behind me, she seemed to be speechless. I turned to see what her eyes averted to, and in amazement I watched her father approaching us hurriedly, his face flushed with anger. Taking Ella by the hand he reprimanded her for disobeying him by interacting with one uttered not a thouroughbred. He then warned me to stay away from his daughter.
I tried to reason with him, but he became even more irrational. Finally, in complete silence I watched him lead Ella away, until both passed from out of sight. I never saw Ella again. Although I made visits to her home, it was of no avail. Her father’s servant told me either she was not present, or preoccupied with house chores. At length, after irritating Ella’s father with my constant yearning to see her, I was told not to come back on pain of death.
I left Italy without hope of ever seeing Ella or communicating with her while back at home. I had no enthusiasm to return to the United States. I felt I had left a part of me behind. Six years has passed since I last seen her though, and often she crosses my mind. In the gloaming when I glean a breath of solitude, I pensively gaze into the sky, and I wonder if she thinks of me. Azure hue intermingled with a soft glow across the distance, and nights in Naples Italy with my beloved, will never be effaced from my thoughts. Because I will always remember this Love Story in Italy.

(Screen) Name: Kamusta

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