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10 Mar 2024 · 8 min read

Love Tales

рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рджреЛрдиреЛрдВ рддрд░рдл рд╕реЗ рд╣реЛ рдпреЗ рдЬрд░реВрд░реА рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реИред рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛рднрд░ рдореЗрдВ one sided рд▓рд╡ рд╕реНрдЯреЛрд░реА рднрд░реА рдкрдбрд╝реА рд╣реИред рдЬреЛ рдЕрдХрд╕рд░ рд╣рдореЗрдВ рджреЗрдЦрдиреЗ рдФрд░ рд╕реБрдирдиреЗ рдХреЛ рдорд┐рд▓ рдЬрд╛рддреА рд╣реИред рдЙрдиреНрд╣реАрдВ рдореЗрдВ рд╕реЗ рдПрдХ рдХрд╣рд╛рдиреА рдореИрдВ рд▓реЗрдХрд░ рдЖрдИ рд╣реВрдВ рдЖрдк рд╕рдмрдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдПред

Once upon a time, in a small town called Chandrapur, there lived a young man named Rahul. Rahul was known for his kind heart and cheerful nature. He had always been an introvert and never really believed in the concept of love. To him, love was something that only existed in fairy tales and movies.

However, one day, while sitting in the park watching children play, Rahul’s eyes fell upon a young woman named Riya. Riya was a breath of fresh air. Her laughter was like music to his ears, and her smile could brighten up the darkest of days. Rahul couldn’t help but feel a strange connection with her at first sight, as if their souls were intertwined.

As days turned into weeks, Rahul found himself visiting the park more often, just to catch a glimpse of Riya. He admired her from afar, too afraid to approach her and let her know about his feelings. Rahul was convinced that love could only bring pain and heartbreak, and he didn’t want to be a part of it.

However, fate had other plans in store for Rahul. One day, while walking back home from the park, he saw Riya standing near a broken-down car, looking worried. Rahul couldn’t bear to see her in distress, so he mustered up all his courage and approached her.

“Excuse me, is everything alright?” Rahul asked, trying not to sound too nervous.

Riya looked at Rahul with a hint of surprise in her eyes. “Oh, my car broke down and I have no idea what to do. I’m already running late for an important meeting,” she replied, her voice filled with frustration.

Rahul, without thinking twice, offered to help her. He called for a mechanic and patiently waited with Riya until the car was fixed. As they spent time together, Rahul realized that Riya was not only beautiful on the outside but also had a heart of gold. (рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдЗрд╕ рдмрд╛рдд рд╕реЗ рддреЛ рдЖрдк рд╕рднреА agree рдХрд░рддреЗ рд╣реЛрдЧреЗ рдХрд┐ рдЕрдЪреНрдЫреЗ рдЗрдВрд╕рд╛рди рдХреЛ рддреЛ рд╣рдореЗрд╢рд╛ рд╕рдм рдЕрдЪреНрдЫреЗ рд╣реА рджрд┐рдЦрддреЗ рд╣реИ рдмрд┐рд▓рдХреБрд▓ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рджрд┐рд▓ рдХреА рддрд░рд╣ред рдпрд╣реА рд░рд╛рд╣реБрд▓ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рднреА рд╣реБрдЖред рдЬрд┐рд╕рдХреЗ рд▓рд╛рдЗрдл рдореЗрдВ рдмрд╣реБрдд рдХрдо рджреЛрд╕реНрдд рдереЗред рд╡реЛ рдмрд╣реБрдд рд╣реА рд╢рд╛рдВрдд рд▓рдбрд╝рдХрд╛ рдерд╛ред рд╡рд╣реА рджреВрд╕рд░реА рдУрд░ рд░рд┐рдпрд╛ рдмрд╣реБрдд рдмрд╛рдд рдХрд░рдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реА рд▓рдбрд╝рдХреА рдереАред) He was falling in love with her, even though he tried his best to deny it.

Months passed, Riya and Rahul became really good friends. They would meet often, go for long walks, and share their deepest secrets. Rahul cherished these moments with Riya.

Rahul was usually quite shy, рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдПрдХ рджрд┐рди рд░рд╛рд╣реБрд▓ рдиреЗ decide рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рд░рд┐рдпрд╛ рдХреЛ рдмрддрд╛рдиреЗ рдХрд╛ рдХрд┐ рд╡реЛ рдЙрд╕рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдлреАрд▓ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рд╣реИред рдФрд░ рдмрдбрд╝реА рд╣рд┐рдореНрдордд рдХрд░ рдХреЗ рдЬрд┐рдпрд╛ рдХреЗ рдкрд╛рд╕ рдкрд╣реБрдВрдЪрд╛ рдФрд░ рдмреЛрд▓рд╛ тАУ тАЬрдЬрд┐рдпрд╛, рдореИрдВ рддреБрдорд╕реЗ рдХреБрдЫ рдХрд╣рдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдВредтАЬ

рдЬрд┐рдпрд╛- рд╣рд╛рдВ рд░рд╛рд╣реБрд▓, рдмреЛрд▓реЛ

рд░рд╛рд╣реБрд▓ (рдереЛрдбрд╝рд╛ рдбрд░рд╛ рд╣реБрдЖ рд╕рд╛ рдзреАрдореА рдЖрд╡рд╛рдЬ рдореЗрдВ рдмреЛрд▓рддрд╛ рд╣реИ)- рдЬрд┐рдпрд╛, рдореИрдВ рддреБрдорд╕реЗ рдмрд╣реБрдд рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдВред

рдЬрд┐рдпрд╛ тАУ рдХреНрдпрд╛ ?

рд░рд╛рд╣реБрд▓ (рдереЛрдбрд╝рд╛ рдХреЙрдиреНрдлрд┐рдбреЗрдВрд╕ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде) тАУ рд╣рд╛рдВ рдЬрд┐рдпрд╛, рдореИрдВ рддреБрдорд╕реЗ рдмрд╣реБрдд рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдВ, рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдХрд╛рдлреА рджрд┐рдиреЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рдореИрдВ рддреБрдорд╕реЗ рдпреЗ рдмреЛрд▓рдиреЗ рдХреА рд╣рд┐рдореНрдордд рдирд╣реАрдВ рдХрд░ рдкрд╛ рд░рд╣рд╛ рдерд╛ рдХрд┐ рдЬрдм рд╕реЗ рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рддреБрдореНрд╣реЗрдВ рджреЗрдЦрд╛ рд╣реИ рдФрд░ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛ рд╣реИ рддрдм рд╕реЗ рддреБрдо рдореЗрд░реА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рдмрди рдЧрдИ рд╣реЛред рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░реЗ рдмрд┐рдирд╛ рдореБрдЭреЗ рдХреБрдЫ рдЕрдЪреНрдЫрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд▓рдЧрддрд╛ред рддреБрдореНрд╣реЗрдВ рджреЗрдЦрдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рдШрдВрдЯреЛрдВ рдкрд╛рд░реНрдХ рдореЗрдВ рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░рд╛ рдЗрдВрддрдЬрд╛рд░ рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рд╣реИред рдЬрдм рддреБрдореНрд╣реЗрдВ рдкрд╣рд▓реА рдмрд╛рд░ рджреЗрдЦрд╛ рдерд╛ рддрдмрд╕реЗ рд╣реА рдпреЗ рджрд┐рд▓ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░рд╛ рд╣реЛ рдЧрдпрд╛ рдерд╛ред рдЬрд┐рдпрд╛ рдореИрдВ рдЬрд╛рдирддрд╛ рд╣реВрдВ рдореИрдВ рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░реЗ рдЬрд┐рддрдирд╛ рдЕрдЪреНрдЫрд╛ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реВрдВред рдордЧрд░ рдореИрдВ рд╕рдЪреНрдЪреЗ рджрд┐рд▓ рд╕реЗ рддреБрдореНрд╣реЗрдВ рдЪрд╛рд╣рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдВред He nervously spilled out his all feelings.

But Riya stared at him blankly and didn’t say anything. Rahul tried to elaborate on his emotions, but Riya just shook her head and walked away. He was left standing there, alone, feeling heartbroken. Rahul couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. He’d never felt so vulnerable before. The sound of a piece of paper sliding onto his feet interrupted his thoughts. Rahul picked up the piece of paper. It was a folded note with Riya’s handwriting on it. He opened it to see the words “Meet me at the park in half an hour, please” written in bold letters. Rahul’s heart skipped several beats in excitement. Could it really be what he was hoping for?

Filled with anticipation, Rahul spent the next 30 minutes walking to the park, wondering what Riya might want to talk to him about. As he arrived at the park, he saw Riya standing by the fountain in the center. A strange feeling took hold of him, making him feel both anxious and excited at the same time.

Riya looked at Rahul as he approached her, noticing how awkward and nervous he looked. She wondered if she had made the right decision, but she knew that she had to tell him the truth. “Rahul, I’m really sorry about how I reacted earlier. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I didn’t know how to respond. The truth is, рдореИрдВ рддреБрдорд╕реЗ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдХрд░рддреАред and I like someone else.” рдореИрдВ рд╕реЛрдЪрддреА рдереА рдХрд┐ рддреБрдо рдмрд╣реБрдд рд╕реАрдзреЗ рд╣реЛ, рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдореБрдЭреЗ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдкрддрд╛ рдерд╛ рдХрд┐ рддреБрдотАж.ред рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рд╣рдореЗрд╢рд╛ рддреБрдореНрд╣реЗрдВ рджреЛрд╕реНрдд рдХреА рддрд░рд╣ рдорд╛рдирд╛ред рдФрд░ рддреБрдо рдЗрд╕ рджреЛрд╕реНрддреА рдХреЛ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рд╕рдордЭ рдмреИрдареЗред рдЬрд╝рд░рд╛ рд╕рд╛ рд╣рдВрд╕ рдмреЛрд▓рдХрд░ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдорд┐рд▓ рд▓реА рддреБрдорд╕реЗ рддреБрдо рддреЛ рд╕рдкрдиреЗ рд╣реА рджреЗрдЦрдиреЗ рд▓рдЧ рдЧрдПред рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░рд╛ status рдФрд░ рдореЗрд░рд╛ status рдмрд┐рд▓рдХреБрд▓ рдореЗрд▓ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЦрд╛рддрд╛ред рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рддреЛ рджреВрд░ рдХреА рдмрд╛рдд рд╣реИред рджреЗрдЦреЛ рдмрд╛рддреЗрдВ рдореЗрд░реА рддреБрдореНрд╣реЗрдВ рдХрдбрд╝рд╡реА рд▓рдЧреЗрдЧреА рдордЧрд░ рддреБрдо рдореЗрд░реА рд╣реИрд╕рд┐рдпрдд рд╕реЗ рдмрд╛рд╣рд░ рд╣реЛ рд░рд╛рд╣реБрд▓ред

Rahul’s heart sank at the sound of those words. He was stunned. As he had never expected to hear those words. Riya’s revelation felt like a punch to his gut. He wanted to say something, anything, but he was too devastated to form words. рд░рд┐рдпрд╛ рдХреА рдмрд╛рддреЗрдВ рд╕реБрди рд░рд╛рд╣реБрд▓ рдХреА рдЖрдВрдЦреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдЖрдВрд╕реВ рдЖ рдЬрд╛рддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ рдордЧрд░ рдЙрд╕рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рдордиреЗ рд╡реЛ рдЬреИрд╕реЗ рддреИрд╕реЗ рдЦреБрджрдХреЛ рд╕рдВрднрд╛рд▓рддрд╛ рд╣реИред And the only thing Rahul could do was turn around and walk away. Tears flooded his eyes as he stumbled down the gravel path towards the empty street.

As he walked, Rahul’s mind raced with unanswered questions. How long had she been feeling this way? He didn’t get why he had been given this small glimmer of hope and then had it snatched away again. Rahul continued walking, tears streaming down his face. The world lost its colors, and everything around him became a blur. He felt lost and alone, as he walked on, not caring where he went. He didn’t realize how far he had walked until he stumbled onto a small garden full of colorful flowers. He sat on the bench and looked up at the sky. The sun was slowly setting, and it was time for evening prayers.

Rahul remembered his grandfather’s words, “Whenever you’re lost or feel stuck in life, look up to the sky and connect with the universe. The universe sees and understands you in ways you couldn’t even imagine.” Feeling calmer, Rahul closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

As Rahul took deep breaths with his eyes closed, he started feeling better and more in control of his emotions. He realized that sometimes in life, things don’t go as planned, and it’s okay to feel sad or disappointed. But he also came to the understanding that it was important to move on from the things that didn’t work out.

As he opened his eyes, he noticed a girl of same age sitting on a bench next to him. The girl had black hair, soft skin, and dimples on his face. “Beautiful sunset, isn’t it?” the girl said with a big smile.

Rahul smiled back, appreciating the girl’s kindness. “Yes, it’s amazing.”

The girl chuckled, her eyes crinkling in the late afternoon sun. “You seem like you’re in deep thought. What’s on your mind?”

Rahul paused for a moment, considering if he should share. But there was something comforting about the girl’s presence, and the thought of opening up to a stranger didn’t seem so daunting anymore. “I just feel lost. Like I don’t know what to do or where to go after something doesn’t work out.”

The girl nodded sagely. “Ah, I know the feeling. Sometimes, when we’re faced with disappointment or loss, we forget to look around and appreciate the world.”

The girl stood up from the bench and stretched his long arms. “Come with me,” she said, gesturing towards the garden. “Let me show you something beautiful.”

Rahul hesitated for a moment before following the girl through the garden, down a small path that led to a clearing. There, in the center of the clearing, stood a towering tree with leaves in the colors of a sunset. It was as if the sun had set and been captured within the tree’s branches.

“What is this tree?” asked Rahul, awestruck by the beauty before him.

“This tree is a symbol,” replied the girl kindly.

“Every sunset brings about a renewal of hope and opportunities,” continued the girl. “The sun may disappear below the horizon, but it will always rise again the next day. Just like life presents you with new chances every day, we must find new ways to move on.”

Rahul nodded silently, taking in the girl’s words of wisdom. He felt grateful for the unexpected encounter with the girl, who seemed to understand his pain and predicament.

“Let this tree be a reminder to always look for hope and beauty, even in the darkest of moments,” said the girl, before slowly turning around and making his way to the garden’s entrance.

Rahul watched the girl leave, contemplating her words as he turned to walk back to his house. His heart heavy, Rahul knew that he needed to start focusing on the positives in his life that brought him joy. A bell tolled in the distance, reminding him of evening prayers, and he made his way towards the temple.

As he walked, Rahul noticed something small and shiny on the ground, catching his eye. He kneeled down to take a closer look, realizing that it was a small silver charm, shaped like a heart. Picking it up, he flipped it over and noticed a small inscription engraved on it: “Be Brave and Keep Moving.”

рд╣рдореЗрдВ рд▓рд╛рдЗрдл рдореЗрдВ move on рдХрд░рддреЗ рд░рд╣рдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣рд┐рдПред рд╕рд╛рде рд╣реА рдРрд╕реЗ рд▓реЛрдЧ рдФрд░ рдЙрдирдХреА рдмрд╛рддреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рдЬрд┐рдВрджрдЧреА рд╕реЗ рдирд┐рдХрд╛рд▓ рдлреЗрдВрдХ рджреЗрдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣рд┐рдП рдЬреЛ рддреБрдореНрд╣реЗрдВ low feel рдХрд░рд╛рдПред рдХреНрдпреВрдВрдХрд┐ рдРрд╕реЗ рд▓реЛрдЧ рддреБрдореНрд╣реЗрдВ рдмрд┐рд▓реНрдХреБрд▓ рднреА deserve рдирд╣реАрдВ рдХрд░рддреЗ рд╣реИрдВред

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Vishal babu (vishu)
рд╣реЗ рдкрд┐рддрд╛
рд╣реЗ рдкрд┐рддрд╛
рдЕрдирд┐рд▓ рдорд┐рд╢реНрд░
рдЬрд┐рд╕рд╕реЗ рдПрдХ рдорд░реНрддрдмрд╛ рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рд╣реЛ рдЬрд╛рдП
рдЬрд┐рд╕рд╕реЗ рдПрдХ рдорд░реНрддрдмрд╛ рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рд╣реЛ рдЬрд╛рдП
рдмреНрд░рдЬрдирдВрджрди рдХреБрдорд╛рд░ 'рд╡рд┐рдорд▓'
2450.рдкреВрд░реНрдгрд┐рдХрд╛
2450.рдкреВрд░реНрдгрд┐рдХрд╛
Dr.Khedu Bharti
*рдиреГрдк рджрд╢рд░рде рдЪрд┐рдВрддрд╛ рдореЗрдВ рдЖрдП (рдХреБрдЫ рдЪреМрдкрд╛рдЗрдпреЙрдВ)*
*рдиреГрдк рджрд╢рд░рде рдЪрд┐рдВрддрд╛ рдореЗрдВ рдЖрдП (рдХреБрдЫ рдЪреМрдкрд╛рдЗрдпреЙрдВ)*
Ravi Prakash
тЦа рддрдЬреБрд░реНрдмреЗ рдХреА рдмрд╛рддред
тЦа рддрдЬреБрд░реНрдмреЗ рдХреА рдмрд╛рддред
*Author рдкреНрд░рдгрдп рдкреНрд░рднрд╛рдд*
рдордЪреНрдЫрд░
рдордЪреНрдЫрд░
рдУрдордкреНрд░рдХрд╛рд╢ рднрд╛рд░рддреА *рдУрдореН*
*рдХрд╣рд░  рд╣реИ рд╣реАрд░рд╛*
*рдХрд╣рд░ рд╣реИ рд╣реАрд░рд╛*
Kshma Urmila
рдХрд╣рд╛рдВ рддрдХ рдЪрд▓рдирд╛ рд╣реИ,
рдХрд╣рд╛рдВ рддрдХ рдЪрд▓рдирд╛ рд╣реИ,
рд▓рдХреНрд╖реНрдореА рд╡рд░реНрдорд╛ рдкреНрд░рддреАрдХреНрд╖рд╛
рдлреВрд▓ рд╣реА рдлреВрд▓
рдлреВрд▓ рд╣реА рдлреВрд▓
shabina. Naaz
рдЙрдирдХрд╛ рд╢реМрдХрд╝ рд╣реИрдВ рдореЛрд╣рдмреНрдмрдд рдХреЗ рдЕрд▓реНрдлрд╝рд╛рдЬрд╝ рдкреЭрдирд╛ !
рдЙрдирдХрд╛ рд╢реМрдХрд╝ рд╣реИрдВ рдореЛрд╣рдмреНрдмрдд рдХреЗ рдЕрд▓реНрдлрд╝рд╛рдЬрд╝ рдкреЭрдирд╛ !
рд╢реЗрдЦрд░ рд╕рд┐рдВрд╣
рдпрд╛рджреЗрдВ
рдпрд╛рджреЗрдВ
Johnny Ahmed 'реШреИрд╕'
*рдЖрддреНрдорд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рд╛рд╕*
*рдЖрддреНрдорд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рд╛рд╕*
Ritu Asooja
рдорд╛рдБ рд╢реЗрд░рд╛рд╡рд▓реА рд╣реИ рдЖрдиреЗрд╡рд╛рд▓реА
рдорд╛рдБ рд╢реЗрд░рд╛рд╡рд▓реА рд╣реИ рдЖрдиреЗрд╡рд╛рд▓реА
Basant Bhagawan Roy
*рд╕реНрд╡рдкреНрди рдХреЛ рд╕рд╛рдХрд╛рд░ рдХрд░реЗ рд╕рд╛рд╣рд╕ рд╡реЛ рд╡рд┐рдХрд░рд╛рд▓ рд╣реЛ*
*рд╕реНрд╡рдкреНрди рдХреЛ рд╕рд╛рдХрд╛рд░ рдХрд░реЗ рд╕рд╛рд╣рд╕ рд╡реЛ рд╡рд┐рдХрд░рд╛рд▓ рд╣реЛ*
рдкреВрд░реНрд╡рд╛рд░реНрде
"рдЕрдХреЗрд▓рд╛рдкрди рдФрд░ рдпрд╛рджреЗрдВ "
Pushpraj Anant
рджреЗрд╣ рдЦреЬреА рд╣реИ
рджреЗрд╣ рдЦреЬреА рд╣реИ
Dr. Sunita Singh
рд╣рдорд╕рд╛рдпрд╛
рд╣рдорд╕рд╛рдпрд╛
Manisha Manjari
рдкреЗрдЯреНрд░реЛрд▓ рд▓реЛрди рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдореБрдлреНрдд рдХрд╛рд░ рдХрд╛ рдСрдлрд░ (рд╡реНрдпрдВрдЧреНрдп рдХрд╣рд╛рдиреА)
рдкреЗрдЯреНрд░реЛрд▓ рд▓реЛрди рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдореБрдлреНрдд рдХрд╛рд░ рдХрд╛ рдСрдлрд░ (рд╡реНрдпрдВрдЧреНрдп рдХрд╣рд╛рдиреА)
Dr. Pradeep Kumar Sharma
рд╕рдмрд░реА рдХреЗ рдЬреВрдареЗ рдмреЗрд░ рдЪрдЦреЗ рдкреНрд░рднреБ рдиреЗ рдЙрдирдХрд╛ рдЙрджреНрдзрд╛рд░ рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ред
рд╕рдмрд░реА рдХреЗ рдЬреВрдареЗ рдмреЗрд░ рдЪрдЦреЗ рдкреНрд░рднреБ рдиреЗ рдЙрдирдХрд╛ рдЙрджреНрдзрд╛рд░ рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ред
Prabhu Nath Chaturvedi "рдХрд╢реНрдпрдк"
рддреБрдордиреЗ рджрд┐рд▓ рдХрд╛ рдХрд╣рд╛рдВ
рддреБрдордиреЗ рджрд┐рд▓ рдХрд╛ рдХрд╣рд╛рдВ
Dr fauzia Naseem shad
*рд╢рд┐рд╡рд╛рдЬреА рдХрд╛ рдЖрд╣реНрд╡рд╛рди*
*рд╢рд┐рд╡рд╛рдЬреА рдХрд╛ рдЖрд╣реНрд╡рд╛рди*
рдХрд╡рд┐ рдЕрдирд┐рд▓ рдХреБрдорд╛рд░ рдкрдБрдЪреЛрд▓реА
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