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Read a short love story. Link in the bio.

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A story - Dono phle bar Mile thein, phle takrar hue the, phir glti ki ehsaas hue the, najroon ki takrar mein chahat ki pehale bauchar hue the... 24*7 baatein shuru huein, jo ek sec ko dur hotein toh kayamat se aajate ldke ne phle ijhar kiya ldki ne qubul uska pyaar kiya kaafi tym chaale unke saath phir ek din kuch yun hua ldke ne bdla apna behave, har bat pe kehta ldki ko dil feka, ek din irada bna ldki ne check kr hi dala uske mohabbat ka intehaan le hi dala pta chla woh Fail ho gya itne saalon se krta ishq kahein kaid ho gya, leta tha woh jhuthein kasamein bass kaareeb aane ko Are mohabbat bas woh krta tha apne bhookh mitaane ko... #A short story

A story - Dono phle bar Mile thein, phle takrar hue the, phir glti ki ehsaas hue the, najroon ki takrar mein chahat ki pehale bauchar hue the... 24*7 baatein shuru huein, jo ek sec ko dur hotein toh kayamat se aajate ldke ne phle ijhar kiya ldki ne qubul uska pyaar kiya kaafi tym chaale unke saath phir ek din kuch yun hua ldke ne bdla apna behave, har bat pe kehta ldki ko dil feka, ek din irada bna ldki ne check kr hi dala uske mohabbat ka intehaan le hi dala pta chla woh Fail ho gya itne saalon se krta ishq kahein kaid ho gya, leta tha woh jhuthein kasamein bass kaareeb aane ko Are mohabbat bas woh krta tha apne bhookh mitaane ko... #A short story

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A short story सभी इन्सान है मगर फर्क सिर्फ इतना है! कुछ जख्म देते है,कुछ जख्म भरते है!! हमसफर सभी है मगर फर्क सिर्फ इतना है! कुछ साथ चलते है,कुछ छोड जाते है!! प्यार सभी करते है मगर फर्क सिर्फ इतना है! कुछ जान देते है, कुछ जान लेते है!! दोस्ती सभी करते है मगर फर्क सिर्फ इतना है! कुछ दोस्ती निभाते है,कुछ आजमाते है!! वो भी अपने होते हैं ऐसा ही क्यों होता है हमेशा और ऋतु जैसा क्योंकि पुराने संस्कार नहीं यह नए युग के नए संस्कार है लिखा तकदीरों का वह मिट नहीं सकता.. #nojoto# @nil jain# #NojotoQuote A short story #nojoto#

A short story सभी इन्सान है मगर फर्क सिर्फ इतना है! कुछ जख्म देते है,कुछ जख्म भरते है!! हमसफर सभी है मगर फर्क सिर्फ इतना है! कुछ साथ चलते है,कुछ छोड जाते है!! प्यार सभी करते है मगर फर्क सिर्फ इतना है! कुछ जान देते है, कुछ जान लेते है!! दोस्ती सभी करते है मगर फर्क सिर्फ इतना है! कुछ दोस्ती निभाते है,कुछ आजमाते है!! वो भी अपने होते हैं ऐसा ही क्यों होता है हमेशा और ऋतु जैसा क्योंकि पुराने संस्कार नहीं यह नए युग के नए संस्कार है लिखा तकदीरों का वह मिट नहीं सकता.. #nojoto# @nil jain# #NojotoQuote A short story #nojoto#

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Love:doesn't always get the destination It was a glorious, colourful spring.Shehnaaz,met a boy in an annual day celebration of her college.She offered a friendship proposal but instantly he refused her proposal because he was very shy by nature and that was very awkard moment for him.On that day,the whole night he was in dilemma and many questions were arising in his mind.On the other hand she was also thinking about him and was praying to meet him again. Next day,when she went to college then she met the same boy again and became very happy when she came to know that the boy also studies in the same college.They met each other again and again in a coffee shop.Finally he accepted her proposal and became good friends,and helping hand of each other.she had crush on him but he didn't. They started sharing their feelings and problems with each other.But,both didn't know when their friendship turned into love.Their feelings merged like the waves of an ocean.They lived happily with each other and decided to marry.Everything was going smoothly.But, oceans never quiet she shocked when she came to know that the boy was already married and left her without saying anything.She got totally depressed and became victim of loneliness,and it was extremely difficult to decided that who was the real culprit of her situation.She still wait for him at the same coffee shop and always keep thinking why he came into her life and why he did so much for her.........And her life became like an unsolved puzzles. A short story #alonesoul

Love:doesn't always get the destination It was a glorious, colourful spring.Shehnaaz,met a boy in an annual day celebration of her college.She offered a friendship proposal but instantly he refused her proposal because he was very shy by nature and that was very awkard moment for him.On that day,the whole night he was in dilemma and many questions were arising in his mind.On the other hand she was also thinking about him and was praying to meet him again. Next day,when she went to college then she met the same boy again and became very happy when she came to know that the boy also studies in the same college.They met each other again and again in a coffee shop.Finally he accepted her proposal and became good friends,and helping hand of each other.she had crush on him but he didn't. They started sharing their feelings and problems with each other.But,both didn't know when their friendship turned into love.Their feelings merged like the waves of an ocean.They lived happily with each other and decided to marry.Everything was going smoothly.But, oceans never quiet she shocked when she came to know that the boy was already married and left her without saying anything.She got totally depressed and became victim of loneliness,and it was extremely difficult to decided that who was the real culprit of her situation.She still wait for him at the same coffee shop and always keep thinking why he came into her life and why he did so much for her.........And her life became like an unsolved puzzles. A short story #alonesoul

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A short story ना हमारा कोई ठिकाना था। ना तुम्हारा कोई फसाना था। बातों ही बातों में बस तुमसे दिल लगाना था, तेरे हर आंसू को चुरा कर, तेरी मुस्कराहट की वजह बन जाना था। ख़ामोशियों में लिपटे हुए तेरे हर दर्द को मिटाकर, जिंदगी भर तेरा साथ निभाना था। पर टूटे हुए इस रिश्ते से भला कौन अंजाना था, अब ना मिलने की कोई ख्वाईश, और ना कोई झूठा बहाना था। बस दिल में एक दर्द था जो तुम्हे बताना था, पर, ना हमारा कोई ठिकाना था। ना तुम्हारा कोई फसाना था। #A short story #Nojotohindi

A short story ना हमारा कोई ठिकाना था। ना तुम्हारा कोई फसाना था। बातों ही बातों में बस तुमसे दिल लगाना था, तेरे हर आंसू को चुरा कर, तेरी मुस्कराहट की वजह बन जाना था। ख़ामोशियों में लिपटे हुए तेरे हर दर्द को मिटाकर, जिंदगी भर तेरा साथ निभाना था। पर टूटे हुए इस रिश्ते से भला कौन अंजाना था, अब ना मिलने की कोई ख्वाईश, और ना कोई झूठा बहाना था। बस दिल में एक दर्द था जो तुम्हे बताना था, पर, ना हमारा कोई ठिकाना था। ना तुम्हारा कोई फसाना था। #A short story #Nojotohindi

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GOLGAPPA We moved a little further. Then she cried, suddenly “Hey Vivan stop stop.” I applied brakes and asked, “What happened?” “I want golgappa.” She pointed towards a roadside chat vendor. We reached there. Three persons were already there. So we had to wait. I was always scared of eating golgappa. It always seemed me that the circumference of a golgappa was always bigger than my maximum opened mouth. Apart from that I was also scared of the fact that during the process of taking it from plate to my mouth, there was always a danger of having the broken stuff in my hand and the remaining liquid or semi liquid whatever you called it, would ruin my clothes. These two theories always deprived me of the heavenly taste of a golgappa. By the way the chat man handed us two plates. He put a dangle into the pot to mingle the spicy water. Then he picked a golgappa, with his finger very tactfully he made a hole in it. I realised that finger was the best ever thing provided to us by God. It was really multipurpose. Wherever we put it, it works. Whether in golgappa or in someone’s ass or in… Anyways after the successful process of hole making, he put the mixture of boiled potatoes, gram and some unknown stuff. Then he dipped it into the pot and filled with the water. The ready missile he put in Henna’s plate and repeated the same process and made one more missile ready for me. I was looking at her mouth and the golgappa in her hand and wandering how much mouth she could open. I was imagining the size of her open mouth, the size of golgappa and… She opened her mouth fully. I applied all my trigonometry, mensuration, geometry, and all remaining mathematics and got a clear calculation that her opened mouth was not bigger than the ready missile in her hand. I was thrilled with the very thought of proving my theory proved. Then like a wizard she took the stuff to her mouth, in this process I felt that my mouth was also opened mechanically. I shut it forcefully and lumped. Then like earth, she bent the golgappa 23’30” on its axis and beyond all my measures she put it into her mouth. I felt relieved and breathed after some thirty seconds. She shut her mouth and a few drops of salty water splashed on her mouth. She licked her salty lips with her own tongue. Her shut eyes and yummy type expression made me realize that it was very tasty. And this thought made my slivery gland activated and it produced a lot of saliva in my mouth. After completing her mission successfully she opened her eyes and looked at me. I was standing in front of her. The plate in my hand I was looking at her. “Hey Vivan take it.” She pointed towards my plate. She woke me up from my trans. Her success made me little less scared. I looked at my plate. It didn’t resemble to a missile. But God knows it was no less than a fully loaded gun. I picked the loaded gun and realised that there was something fishy, somewhat heavy. I couldn’t hold my grip. In order to avoid the odd situation I clutched it with some extra pressure of my thumb and index figure. My thumb was faithful to me but like always the index finger cheated me and did all the mischief. Finally reaching before my mouth the index finger broke it. The broken crust was in my hand and the remaining material ruined my clothes. I was standing stunned. She burst into laughter. Finally I smiled with the thought that after so many years my theory regarding golgappa proved beyond superb…. K.narendra A short sweet story।

GOLGAPPA We moved a little further. Then she cried, suddenly “Hey Vivan stop stop.” I applied brakes and asked, “What happened?” “I want golgappa.” She pointed towards a roadside chat vendor. We reached there. Three persons were already there. So we had to wait. I was always scared of eating golgappa. It always seemed me that the circumference of a golgappa was always bigger than my maximum opened mouth. Apart from that I was also scared of the fact that during the process of taking it from plate to my mouth, there was always a danger of having the broken stuff in my hand and the remaining liquid or semi liquid whatever you called it, would ruin my clothes. These two theories always deprived me of the heavenly taste of a golgappa. By the way the chat man handed us two plates. He put a dangle into the pot to mingle the spicy water. Then he picked a golgappa, with his finger very tactfully he made a hole in it. I realised that finger was the best ever thing provided to us by God. It was really multipurpose. Wherever we put it, it works. Whether in golgappa or in someone’s ass or in… Anyways after the successful process of hole making, he put the mixture of boiled potatoes, gram and some unknown stuff. Then he dipped it into the pot and filled with the water. The ready missile he put in Henna’s plate and repeated the same process and made one more missile ready for me. I was looking at her mouth and the golgappa in her hand and wandering how much mouth she could open. I was imagining the size of her open mouth, the size of golgappa and… She opened her mouth fully. I applied all my trigonometry, mensuration, geometry, and all remaining mathematics and got a clear calculation that her opened mouth was not bigger than the ready missile in her hand. I was thrilled with the very thought of proving my theory proved. Then like a wizard she took the stuff to her mouth, in this process I felt that my mouth was also opened mechanically. I shut it forcefully and lumped. Then like earth, she bent the golgappa 23’30” on its axis and beyond all my measures she put it into her mouth. I felt relieved and breathed after some thirty seconds. She shut her mouth and a few drops of salty water splashed on her mouth. She licked her salty lips with her own tongue. Her shut eyes and yummy type expression made me realize that it was very tasty. And this thought made my slivery gland activated and it produced a lot of saliva in my mouth. After completing her mission successfully she opened her eyes and looked at me. I was standing in front of her. The plate in my hand I was looking at her. “Hey Vivan take it.” She pointed towards my plate. She woke me up from my trans. Her success made me little less scared. I looked at my plate. It didn’t resemble to a missile. But God knows it was no less than a fully loaded gun. I picked the loaded gun and realised that there was something fishy, somewhat heavy. I couldn’t hold my grip. In order to avoid the odd situation I clutched it with some extra pressure of my thumb and index figure. My thumb was faithful to me but like always the index finger cheated me and did all the mischief. Finally reaching before my mouth the index finger broke it. The broken crust was in my hand and the remaining material ruined my clothes. I was standing stunned. She burst into laughter. Finally I smiled with the thought that after so many years my theory regarding golgappa proved beyond superb…. K.narendra A short sweet story।

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A Short life story .........

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two strangers, met somewhere, saw something, liked few things, got closer. got closer, saw everything, disliked many things, felt uncomfortable, got separated. A short love story.

two strangers, met somewhere, saw something, liked few things, got closer. got closer, saw everything, disliked many things, felt uncomfortable, got separated. A short love story.