The words : Story 3

From @captain_speakin: 


Even though they had never met, she thought he knew him forever. She had read all his stories; it was like he made love to the words he wrote. The words made each sentence beautiful and every sentence made the story just perfect. She thought it was true love, but he was a fiction writer

The words : story 2

From @roshd: 

Me: It’s OK darling, don’t be upset. You know I love you.

She: These are only words they mean nothing to me.

Me: You stupid, fat, arrogant, ignorant bitch!

She: How dare you! (Bursts out crying)

(Putting my arm around her tenderly)

Me: Thought you said my words have no meaning... Never say that again

The words : Story 1

From @oyeujuoye: 


Thank you Maa. She said teary eyed holding a Masters Degree in her hand. She had topped the University. Whatever I am today is because of your words. The words echoed "Always add an extra amount of Determination, Dedication and Devotion in whatever you do."  Slowly she offered a rose to the photo.

The Relationship : Story 3

From @bhytu:  
 
“You are looking gorgeous Mom. Where's Dad?"

"In office beta. How is work?"

"Absolutely fine. Am loving it here."

"When are you returning?"

"Don't know yet. May be next year. Anyways need to go. Take care. Love you."

"Love you beta"

She closed the laptop.

"Am done."

She was wheeled in the Operation Theatre

The Relationship : Story 2

From @RBTrary:

Filmfare award for the best director for the 3rd consecutive year- another movie on a romantic theme and appreciations and accolades for him all around. Reaches home happily and finds another note: “Partying tonight, will dine out”. Sitting alone on the dinner-table all he thought was- “If only I could direct my own relationships too…”

The Relationship : Story 1

From @BongBuffoon:

He met her on Twitter. Drawn by the language, the humour, the vulnerability. Her tweets made him smile. He told himself, "I am not a creep. This isn't stalking. I am in love." After days, he summoned the courage to send her a tweet, an innocent joke. "FUCK OFF", she replied. And he logged out.

The Airport : Story 4

From @bedardi_baalam

He and She both are from same college. They are best friends. They love each other but didn't realise this thing but One day when She was leaving for Abroad, He finally proposed her by saying "Tera mujhse hai pahle ka naata koi, yun hi nahi dil lubhaata koi, Jaane tu yaa jaane naa".

Yes, This is bollywood. Think What would happen when There is NO AIRPORT. Movies like DDLJ, JTUJN, MP3, Chalte-2 and Hadd kar di aapne will be FAIL.

The Airport : Story 3

From @gauravjagwani:

He waved goodbye to his folks and departed on his daily flight. He was living his dream as a pilot. His parents were okay with him flying as they would see him each day. One day, his plane crashed. His dream didn't end, though. The child was gifted a new plane from the toy store.

The Airport : Story 2

From @numbyaar:

The beer was extra chilled and the ice was instantly broken. Ashish and Megha met at the airport bar and hit off instantly. The delayed kingfisher flights had landed them an unintended date. A good 5 hours later they had to part ways. They kissed goodbye as she winked and asked “Your city or mine?”

The Airport : Story 1

From @_Nehu:

He was teasing her "I am leaving on jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again". He held his 7months pregnant wife in his arm, whispered "Baby I hate to go". To chase his dreams boarded a flight to NY. Destiny had different plans. Yes it was 9/11/2001! In a flash everything was finished.

The label : Story 2

From @funny_swamy:

It was Neha's tenth birthday. They went at that expensive mall again. She chose a beautiful gown. Her eyes were twinkling. His eyes were searching the label. He saw it, and smiled. She knew that smile. "Another dress, please?" she asked the vendor. A tear broke out, he smiled again; the proud father.

The Label : Story 1

From @Marwaari:

It seemed to be a romantic night, filled with passion and lust, of vanishing loneliness. A night, remembering the time spent together. A night, when all the mistakes would be forgiven, He thought. Never knowing that women forgive but never forget. He had the last sip of his favorite label of scotch laced with poison.

Dear dad, yours loving step daughter

Dear Dad,

I was 9 when I first met you. Mom married again. And your ex-wife passed away. I didn’t know what it meant to be a step-daughter. Whenever I heard anyone say, “She is the step-daughter,” I felt it meant the child who learns to live on the steps of her father. I wanted to and I tried to live my life on your foot-steps. I hope I was able to.

When I was 15, you taught what high-school meant. While mom was teaching me about menopause and sex, I was learning you and your life. I differentiated each and every guy I met with you. Like Miranda, for me you were the only man I knew, even though there were lots of them around me then.

When I turned 18, we started moving far away. I used to hear you and mom discuss about your new daughter. I felt cheated, I felt jealous. I felt murderous. I knew I was growing up, I was going through a phase but I needed you, to help me tackle the inner evil that was drifting me away from you. I couldn’t bear the pain of slow separation.

As I entered my 21^st birthday, you were there, smiling at me, with me, happy, cheering me up. But yet you were not there. I could feel myself separated from you. Like a just born child, cut off from the umbilical cord of the mother, I felt so, cutting away from you.

And then things started falling apart. I learnt what step-daughter meant. I did everything you asked me not to. I felt broken, shattered, and even guilty while doing everything that I promised I wouldn’t but hoping that my mistakes will make you rescue me.

A year later, we were in the same house. I lived my own life. You your own. Your nice little world. You, my mom and you and my mom’s daughter.

That night, I came late. Something happened. I don’t even remember. I just knocked on your door. I saw your eyes. You were hurt but it wasn’t I who did it. You were hurt for other reasons. I wanted you to tell me. You didn’t.

It’s now going to be a year. I miss you. I can’t remember your face, I can’t remember what were the things that we promised to do. I can’t even remember your birthday.

All I remember is the last words. It’s 1:50 AM. You were never my father. I was never your daughter. But we shared a bond. Unspoken. Beyond heart, soul, mind and blood.

I didn’t lose you, a year back. We lost ourselves. I miss you but things would have remained the same, had you been alive today. And I wish you were alive today to see that even in mistakes you are the only one I think about. And I will still follow your steps. Coz I am your step-daughter and you are my step-father.

Lovingly,

Your step-daughter.

I still follow your foot-steps.

The hotel : Story 2

from @bedardi_baalam:

It was early morning. There were many guests out there. Some came from abroad and some from India itself. All staff was busy in serving guests. They all were ALIVE when they hear the sound of guns at TAJ HOTEL.

The Hotel : Story 1

From @AbhiAndNow:

A boy was celebrating his 10th birthday. 57-year-old man was marrying for the fourth time. The waiter was busy fornicating with the receptionist. The manager was pleading an industrialist’s daughter planning to sue them. The master chef prepared a dish containing the mistakenly chopped nail, when he entered the hotel with a suitcase-carrying time bomb.

The bed : Story 3

From @iamafairytale:

He was the only witness to the CM murder case. Court procedures were gonna happen early next week. That one night before, he was found dead in his room. Throat slit by the same murderer. He paid a heavy price for helping the justice. Now there was a silent witness, bed in room no. 701

The bed : story 2

From @ChhotaRecharge:

Our first “night”! I was changing in his parent’s room into the skimpy lingerie picked by him, when the doorbell rang…I heard attentively…“Mom…Dad…How? WHAT?” Picking the cue, I hastily grabbed my strewn clothes and slid under the bed just as the doorknob turned! Someone had sex that night…it wasn’t the boyfriend and me!

The bed : Story 1

From @IndianIdle:

Two guys, miles apart, shared a same story. Two passionate souls playing out their heart ,football. They collapsed one day while playing. They didn't share the same fate. One got a bed in hospital with prayers of the world. The other went unnoticed and met his deathbed. Rest In peace Venkatesh.

The girl in red

by @ohteri_  :-

She was dancing and chirping all around. Few days, and she will be a bride. She blushed when they talked about him. And, hushed, when he called. They demanded something, which the girl's family couldn't provide.And, the marriage was over. That day everyone cried,when the GIRL in RED, was no more a BRIDE.

The Bottle

by Harshvardhan

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the story of a bottle. A bottle which was filled with Pepsi, opened, emptied, smashed on someone’s head, shoved into someone’s stomach, killed one person, cut a couple of hands, ended up in a dustbin, thereafter in a junk-yard, got scrapped, recycled and was born again as a Coke bottle. So much for Cola wars.