Unconditionally Yours – Done And Dusted 💔|Series

Truly said, Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. Can they ever think alike? Can they ever respond to a situation in a similar way? Or do we have to make commends with this aspect itself that their will be differences and lots of compromises to make a relationship work. Yes, they broke up but will that give them the answers that they were looking for? Only time will tell if they miss being together. What will be they prefer?  Trapped In Love Or Wrapped In Love ? Stay Tuned.

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Unconditionally Yours- Her Version 👩🏻| Series

Trapped In Love Or Wrapped In Love? Loosing yourself is not the option. 3 years into the relationship, he could still manage to give her those butterfly feelings in her stomach. Being around Ryan meant the world to her. He was the most caring person she had ever met. It was genuine and she could feel it. He was her go to person for everything. She just knew they were meant to be together. He always brought out the best of her. To be fair, the worst as well and she couldn’t help it. She was trying hard not to complicate things between them but seemed to fail anyways. Somewhere the chord wasn’t tuning in perfectly as it used to be. Since when did things become so complicated? She wasn't doing something wrong. Or was she?

Unconditionally Yours- His Version 👨🏻| Series

Trapped In Love Or Wrapped In Love? Keeping the book aside , he realized she wasn't one of those out of the world gorgeous girl that the books he read mostly stated. Thank God for that. He always felt the books and movies exaggerated everything. The beautiful girl, the handsome boy. Their perfect relationship. Why on earth do they attempt so hard to raise the standard of expectation of how perfect something can be? It's fine to not be perfect. How glad he was that Kathy was just a normal-decent girl with a take on life for everything. Just the kind of girl he wanted. Beautiful in and out. Always high on life. A bit of moody though, now that he knew her so well. A bit too well. He could know what mood she was in just by the way she replied to his texts. If life was treating them so well then what was it that was bothering him? He loved her, she loved him. That's all that matters. Right? Wrong. Sometimes too much of love could also suffocate you.

But What If It’s Too Late | Flash Fiction

~There she was as a kid, playing happily with her mom and dad. Her dad giving her a horse ride on his back. She loved it. Now she hardly called them and felt guilty. ~There she was gossiping with her college friends who were once her lifeline. They would share every little secret(even the dark ones) with each other. Now she hardly knew where they even lived.  ~There she was, her boyfriends arm wrapped upon her and the safest place in this world. She loved it how he would tease her and pull her chubby cheeks. She did love him then and still loved him. Only if she had not let him go.

The Road Knows It All 🚦 | Short Story

I started my car in a hurry and sped away from the place as fast as I could. I was speeding and kept telling myself, it's just in your mind Ellie. Just when I thought things were getting better my car broke down. It was a strange place but luckily for me I could see a car repair shop just a few blocks away. I had no choice but to get drenched and run towards the shop. Two extra happy service men greeted me cheerfully as if glad to see a soul. I explained my condition to them. They agreed to help me. So along they came with me where I had my car. Or at least that's where I thought I had my car. They looked confused as well. We walked in for a little while and there it was. But that couldn't be my car. Could it? It was all crumpled and looked like it had been through some sort of accident. Did it happen after I left the car? Wow, that was such a close call.

Life Of A Donkey On A Monday🐴

Any resemblance to donkeys(living or dead) is purely Coincidental. The two donkeys in the featured image (who are smiling even though burdened) have just been used as a reference to human life on Mondays and is not intended to hurt the emotions of donkeys. 

The Balcony With A View🌲 |Short Story

She sat on the bus. The driver looked at her from the rear mirror and suddenly she felt smaller than a peanut. It looked like people were staring at her. She sat up straight. She analysed it was the right time for her hand sanitizer act. She quickly searched her bag for that and pressed the pump a little bit. Massaging her palms together she started looking outside the window. She felt a lot more confident now.

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