✨️"Love's Everlasting Triumph"✨️
A collection of short stories
Discover diverse tales of love's enduring power. This anthology features heartwarming stories of timeless romance and modern connections, celebrating love that triumphs against all odds.
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Monday morning started early for Prisha. As she put on her watch, she heard Ishaan's soft babble from the living room and went to check on him with a smile.
"Good morning, my little champ!" Prisha cooed, scooping Ishaan up from his playmat.
Ishaan giggled, his tiny hands reaching for her face. "Bua, bua!" he babbled, his eyes sparkling with delight.
Their playtime was interrupted by her mother's voice calling from the kitchen, "Prisha, breakfast is ready!"
"Okay, Mom! We're coming," Prisha replied, lifting Ishaan and heading to the dining table.
Breakfast was cozy, with fresh parathas and chai. Prisha fed Ishaan banana while chatting with her mother about the day ahead.
"Alright, Mom, I'm off to work," Prisha said, grabbing her bag and kissing Ishaan on the cheek. "Bye, Ishu!"
Ishaan waved his tiny hand "Bye-bye."
As Prisha arrived at her office, she went to her desk and was soon joined by Anvi and Ankita.
"Hey, Prisha!" Anvi greeted. "How was your weekend?"
"It was great! How was yours?" Prisha replied.
Ankita smirked playfully. "Have you thought about marriage, Prisha?"
Prisha blushed and said, "Main ne toh mumma papa pe chhod diya hai. Wo jo bhi faisla karenge, wo sahi hi hoga."
During lunch, the friends found a quiet corner in the cafeteria.
Anvi leaned in, excited. "Next weekend, we're having a success party. You and your family must come. No excuses!"
Prisha and Ankita exchanged surprised glances.
"That's amazing news, Anvi!" Prisha said. "I'll definitely be there with my family."
Ankita grinned. "Same here! I'll bring everyone along. Sounds like a blast!"
Anvi clapped her hands. "Great! Can't wait to see you all there!"
Their lunch break flew by as they chatted about the party.
Darsh pushed open the door to his office, his mind preoccupied with the tasks awaiting him. As he stepped into his cabin, he halted abruptly. Sitting casually in his chair, feet up on the desk and munching on a sandwich, was none other than Parth.
