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  • dewanshk 2w

    He was telling the truth. I believe him.

    Leave a cliché story in the comments.

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    Years of being together and still they were fighting for what to order. It was their wedding anniversary and they were out on a date. 

    After having dinner, she asked him, "What did you like the most?"

    He kept quiet for a while, looked her in the eye and answered, "The one I am sitting in front of."

    She giggled. "I was talking about the food, silly."

    He smirked and leaning over her, he gave her a peck on her lips. "Still, I have never tasted anything better than you."

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  • dewanshk 2w

    Baby, you are perfect for you are you. ❤️

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    They were scrolling through an online shopping app when she said, "Look at these models, how perfect they are and look at me, an ugly fat potato."

    "But baby, from where I am, you look perfect to me," he said cheering her up. 

    "Shut up!"

    "What! You don't think you are perfect?"

    "Duh! No." She rolled her eyes.

    "Come on," he said spreading his arm and as she came closer, he pulled her in his embrace. "Here, you are perfect now."

    "Shut up!" She grinned and held onto him more tightly.

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  • dewanshk 2w

    Because @jiniaa forced me to write something.
    I might post some more cliché if you want to. Just tell me. Thanks.

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    "I think about you all the time," I told her.
    "Get a life," rolling her eyes, she said.
    "You are it," I exclaimed.
    She looked at me, smiled, "Get the life then", she mumbled.
    I did as was told ― hugged her.

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  • dewanshk 3w

    This time, it was something else which got started. *Wink*

    Happy New Year.

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    That's How It All Started

    I was feeling very thirsty when I suddenly woke up in the midnight. She was sleeping peacefully with her arm on my chest. I quietly got her hand off of me and went into the kitchen to drink some water. 
    When I was putting the bottle back in the fridge, I saw there some ice-cream. I couldn't resist myself from tasting it and while I was doing so, she came in rubbing her eyes. 

    "What are you doing?" She asked. I looked at her, startled as if she caught a thief, mouth stuffed with ice-cream, "Nothing baby, " I answered. 
    "Give it back to me, " She glowered at me.

    She leaned over me, when I was standing there clueless, to touch her warm lips with mine and let our tongues fought for the ice-cream. She won. 

    "The ice-cream is mine, " She said, "and so are you, " She winked holding my chin and kissed me again. That's where I let my guard down and surrendered myself to her.

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  • dewanshk 4w

    Today is my father's birthday. I am literally the son of God and that's what my name means too.

    Merry Christmas. Invite me over.

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    That's How It All Started

    I got bored of waiting for my friend, sitting behind the counter of the bar he owned. I was about to leave when a girl mistook me for a bartender.

    "A Pina Colada and two Vodka Martini please", she ordered.
    I looked at her, eyes widen, "Sure... ma'am!" I replied. 
    "I am sorry sir", a bartender apologized to me, "Let me take the order", he urged. I gestured for him to go away.

    "Your drinks, ma'am", I said with the professional smile.
    "I am so sorry, I didn't realize you were..." She was embarrassed.
    "It's on me", I said coming out from behind the counter.
    "I can't have the drinks for free." She refused.
    "It's alright ma'am. Enjoy the drink." I insisted. 
    "It's not Right. You have to take the money." She declined. 

    "I can't accept the money. But every day at 5 PM, I go to The Junkyard Cafe to have a cup of coffee. You can buy it for me." I smiled looking into her eyes and left. 
    "Hey!" She called. I turned. "It's 5 PM", she pointed at her wristwatch. We looked at each other for a moment and burst into laughter.

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  • dewanshk 4w

    I am sorry, guys. I daydream. Neither she gave me any book nor I asked her for the movie. I just saw a very beautiful young lady sitting beside me enjoying her novel. I couldn't even find the courage to say Hi.
    You can call me Fattu. Thanks.

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    That's How It All Started

    Once I was in a metro and the girl sitting beside me was reading the novel –The Fault in Our Stars. I leaned a bit to her side, "I heard the movie is better", I whispered pointing at the novel. "Excuse me?" She frowned.

    "The movie is better." I shrugged. "Have you read the book?" She asked. "No", I said. "Then how can you..." She was displeased, "Fine. You keep the book, you read it and decide yourself", she sighed, "Books are always better than the movies", she concluded. "But... have you watched the movie?" I asked. "No!" She answered.

    "You know, there is a show of the movie in half an hour, we can catch it if we get off at the next station", I said. She looked at me raising her eyebrows. "I mean, I have the book to decide between the book and the movie, but... you still haven't seen the movie. Have you?" I smiled.

    Next station had come. "Movies are always better than the books", I shouted waving at her from outside the metro. She stared at me for a while and came running to me. The doors shut immediately as soon as she came out. "Where is the show?" She asked panting.

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  • dewanshk 5w

    Okay, she didn't actually wink. I admit that I exaggerated. She only smiled guys.

    You can also write a tale describing how your love story started. It can be fiction or non-fiction.
    Tag me in your posts.

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    That's How It All Started

    It was Friendship Day and I decided to gift her a greeting card, so I went to a stationery shop to buy one. Friendship Days were paramount in those times because we were oblivious to the concept of Valentine. 

    "Hey! A friendship day card please."

    The stationery girl, who was also my classmate, showed me many cards – of which I chose one.

    "Happy Friendship Day!" I greeted giving her the card. She glared at me for a while.
    "Please..." I implored.
    "I can't accept it and if I do, I'll have to sell it again." She declined.
    My heart sank hearing this and I was on the verge of tears.
    "But", she added, "No one will buy it if there is something written on it." I looked at her, confused. 

    She drew a heart on the card with an arrow going diagonally across it and gave it back to me. She winked. 
    I ran away taking the card from her when she caught me blushing.

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  • dewanshk 5w

    Later, we both spent the whole night searching for the key.

    Tell me how your love story started.

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    That's How It All Started

    I got up late that morning. I was yawning when I opened the gate. There was a girl struggling with a giant trolley bag. I tried to look at her face but couldn't, as her hair was covering her face. 
    She stood straight and put her hands on the waist to stretch her body. She startled when she caught me staring at her. 
    "May I help you?" I asked. 
    "No thanks. I am doing just fine", rudely she refused. 

    Later that night, when I came from the office, I saw her sitting on the stairs. She was looking upset. 
    "Are you okay?" I asked. 
    "No... actually, my roommate will be late today and I don't have the key so I am stuck here", she told me. I could sense the annoyance in her voice.
    "No worries. You can wait in my apartment and join me for a coffee." I offered.
    "No thanks. I think I'll be fine here." She declined.
    "Okay then, if that's what you want", I said sitting beside her. 
    "What?" She looked at me surprised, "You can go into your apartment." 
    I threw my apartment's key downstairs. "I don't have the key", I said.
    "What!" She looked at me and burst into laughter, "and I thought we were going to have coffee in your apartment", she said.

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  • dewanshk 6w

    I feel romantic sometimes.

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    That's How It All Started

    She was at a marriage once and was very hungry. She decorated her plate neatly with shahi paneer, dal makhni, rice, lachchha parantha, rayta and what not. But all the places to sit had already been occupied. 

    She got upset as she didn't want to eat while standing because she never learned how to eat chapati with one hand.

    She was struggling with her chapati and getting irritated when I saw her. 

    I went up to her and held her plate without saying a word. She looked at me, smiled, "Thank you," she said. I smiled back. 

    "Have some," she offered. 

    "I can't eat with one hand," I winked. 

    She laughed, "No problem, I'll feed you," she said and raised the spoon to feed me.

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  • dewanshk 9w

    Although the character in the story is a girl but that gaze can make anyone uncomfortable. I have anxiety so I have found myself too in that situation many times. But it's true and sad that girls have to face it much more than boys.
    This is a very common problem. I've seen it. I've experienced it. But I have no idea what to do other than talking more about it.

    PS: Read भाग - 01 and भाग - 02 first before reading this part.


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    भाग - 03

    तेज कदमों के साथ आगे बढ़ती हुई हिबा बीच-बीच में पीछे मुड़कर भी देख लेती थी कोई आ तो नहीं रहा। थोड़ी और आगे बढ़ी तो उसके बाएँ हाथ की ओर एक बस स्टैंड था। बस स्टैंड के ठीक पहले एक खोखा था, जहाँ तीन-चार लोग खड़े होकर सिगरेट पी रहे थे। हिबा को देखकर सभी की नजरें एक साथ घूमी और हिबा को घूरने लगी। खूब अंधेरा और सिगरेट का धुआँ होने के बावजूद भी हिबा को अच्छी और बुरी नज़र के बीच का फ़र्क बख़ूबी समझ आ रहा था। अब अचानक मम्मी की बात से वह सहमत हो गयी थी कि ड्रैस सच में काफ़ी छोटी है। उसे सूट-सलवार पहन कर ही आना चाहिए था। 

    खुद को आधा-अधूरा सा अपनी पोशाक में समेटकर उसने जल्दी-जल्दी कदम बढ़ाए। लेकिन डर के मारे उसके पैर कांप रहे थे और जल्दी-जल्दी आगे बढ़ने से इंकार कर रहे थे। हिबा चुपचाप नज़रें ज़मीन पर गड़ा धीरे-धीरे दबे कदमों के साथ आगे बढ़ रही थी। 

    बस स्टैंड पर भी तीन-चार लोग बैठे हुए अपने-अपने फ़ोन में व्यस्त थे। जैसे ही हिबा वहाँ पहुँची, सभी की नज़रे फ़ोन को छोड़कर हिबा पर आ टिकी। जैसे-जैसे हिबा आगे बढ़ रही थी, उन लोगों की नज़रें भी उसके साथ-साथ चल रही थी। सभी लोग चुप थे लेकिन फिर भी उनकी नज़रों का स्पर्श हिबा अपने शरीर पर महसूस कर रही थी।

    तेज हवाएँ अभी भी सांय-सांय की आवाज़ कर रही थी। पानी में गिरते पत्तों की आवाज़ को सुनकर हिबा अभी भी कांप रही थी। अभी भी उसे महसूस हो रहा था कि कोई उसके पीछे-पीछे आ रहा है। बारिश कब की थम चुकी थी लेकिन भय के मारे हिबा पसीने से तर-बतर थी और थर-थर काँपते हुए जैसे-तैसे सबकी नजरों से बचते हुए, अपनी छोटी सी पोशाक में खुद को समेटे हुए सहमी हुई आगे बढ़ रही थी। 

    मैट्रो स्टेशन पर पहुँची तो उसके पहुँचते ही मैट्रो आ गयी थी। बैठते ही हिबा विचारों में डूब गई कि वो इतना डर क्यों रही थी? उस डर का कारण क्या था? अंधेरा? सन्नाटा? सांय-सांय की आवाज़ करती हवा? पानी में गिरते पत्ते? बस स्टैंड और खोखे पर खड़े लोगों की बाज जैसी नज़रे? या ये एहसास कि वह एक लड़की है?

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