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Again I came with a hair-raising, touchy, tear-jerking love story. Friends! I am assuming you will come across a different type of love story here. And dear….. It’s based upon actuality. Ram, from Kolkata was a guy from a pure Bengali family. After fell to pieces with his first girlfriend, due to the requirement, pressure of family he became bind to marry to a girl living nearby his home. Actually he had not any interest for the marriage, so he had not 100% commitment for the newly wedded girl. But whatever it may be, life goes on. And another thing was there, in his mind. And that was to support his family, mentally and financially. So he did start to look after his so called wife. Slowly slowly they became closer. And their social life went on. And here the main story did begin………………………………………… In a usual way life went on. And after eight months his life took a turn, and that was a razor-sharp turn. The destiny made him to do another shocking work. Ram was running a coaching c

Mein student no 440….. Nist ki salakhon seh bahar dekhta hun, Din mahino KO semester mein badalta dekhta hun. Yeh octagon, galleria seh Kisi gumti ki khusbu ati hai, Yeh hostel ki deewarein mujhe central jail ki yaad dilate hai. Garden seh jannat ki sukun milta hai, Phir bhi kyun mujhe yeh school seh battar lagta hai. Mein student no 440 aksar Nist ki salakhon seh Bahar dekhta hun toh yeh dekhta hun. Mein student no 440….. Nist ki salakhon she bahar dekh ta hun Har class, har lab bunk marne ke liye crocodile garden mein chupta hun, Aur ish A.K.Padhy seh kaise bachun yeh sochta hun. Mein student no 440 Nist ki salakhon seh bahar dekhke sochta hun Toh yeh sochta hun. Mein student no 440….. Nist ki salakhon seh bahar dekhta hun, Yeh LH mujhe White house ki tarah lagta hai. Ish mein A.K Panda mujhe president ki jaise lagte hein, Todhe toh ache hein ishke faculties, Phir bhi kyun yeh log mujhe, Kalapani ke incharge lagte hein. Mein student no 440 Nist ki salakhon s

I understand that you've been hurt in the past, and this is my promise to you that i will never be like your last....... But instead you’re first and only, first one that you were with that didn't leave you cold and lonely.......... First one that you were with that has no intentions of doing you wrong, thought you had forgotten how to love because it’s been so long...... Well I’m here to change all of that, and bring the love and joy back..... To a girl broken hearted, and to finish what they started..... To show her what being in love is really all about, so she can finally have something to laugh and smile about...... When I first met you I knew that you were looking for a fresh start, looking for someone here to stay who won’t run off and leave with your heart....... Well I’m here now to love you unconditionally, right here by your side and that’s where i will always be, I promise.....

The inner most sentiment of mine made me find you. I saw you for the first time and kept looking you till a colossal black mosquito traumatized my right leg. I came into my bona fide life, But could not wrench my button like eyes from you. I thought what an endearing girl! I gurgled myself. I found you harmonious. You were attention-grabbing. I was watching a breathtakingly beautiful girl and In that case I could add another adjective unrealistically beautiful. At first I thought you are a figment of the imagination, then again I thought, in that also I would not unearth a girl so miraculous. By staring at your exquisiteness I became flabbergasted. Your charisma left a dent in my heart. I became completely enraptured and mesmerized. The sweet, alluring, congenial face of you could not give me a single night to sleep. Your parlance did attract me more towards you. For the first time I deemed something like chalk and cheese in my heart. You were effortless but amiable. You were like a po

On 20th January I boarded the train for Bangalore from my home town Berhampur. As usual my papa had come to the railway station with me. The train left the station and my papa’s advice (don’t come out from the train, don’t take anything from the strangers) on the predefined time. After that the train moved its wheels towards its destination. I did enter into my compartment. I went to my berth and after so much unlucky journey at last I found 3 beautiful opposite sex as my co-passengers and unluckily 2 rpf staffs. Still I could manage chatting with those girls. That was introduction and formal things. They were fresh graduate engineers. In this way the day went. In night I did continue talking with a girl among them till 3.45 am. By her parents she was neha Pattnaik, and was from talcher, Orissa. For the first time in my life the Bangalore city junction came so fast. Then by exchanging mailing address we did apart. Then I went to majestic city bus station. There I caught bus for maratha

Something in our life lingers forever. We never forget those things. That tweaks us every moment. Here is a story about two guiltless lovers, who had loved each other more than ever, but in every case they wrestled with the luck, time and last but not the least state of affairs. And finally did fail. So let’s see how their love was. Raheel Pattnaik a 25 year old guy, who is the main character of the story. He was from the temple city of Orissa that is Bhubaneswar. He was juvenile, energetic. After completion of M.sc in electronics, he got a job in NTL electronics, Noida. So after conforming about this he came without any second thought to his dream city.. Delhi was his dream place from childhood.so with lots of excitement he did decide to go for that job after conferring with the company. Within due date he put his step on his dream place. From starting he became excited. He decided to live in Noida. So first he went to his friend’s room. Then he informed the company about his ar