Attachment Stories

He was supposed to be an April Fools joke. Instead, he became her daily notification. Three years. Seventy kilometers. Zero emotional stability. They said "just friends." Their actions said absolutely not. From museum garden soft-launches to highway-speed heartbeats, Nikhita and Ayan blur every boundary they swore they wouldn't cross. But when the adrenaline fades and the doubts hit at 2AM, one question refuses to stay quiet: Is this love... or are we just addicted to the chaos? This is a story about distance, delusion, and the kind of attachment that says "leave me" but means "please don't."

Guy with a notepad unsuccessfully avoids weird people that want to be friends with him.

It begins like any other love story. With shared mornings, sleepy smiles, teasing arguments, and a kind of comfort that feels like home. With a love that grows in the little moments-soft touches, familiar laughter, and the quiet understanding that comes from choosing the same person every day. They love each other. And for a while, that feels like enough. But love is not always simple. Some days are heavier than others. Some silences last longer. Some moments feel fragile, as if they could slip away if held too tightly. And still-he stays. Not because it is easy. Not because it is certain. But because loving her has never been a question. When Love Outlasted Everything is a gentle story about everyday love, about staying when leaving would be easier, and about a bond that remains-even when everything else begins to change.

My lovely souls This is a collection of words I didn't write... but deeply felt. These are the lines that stayed with me and touched my heart. These quotes made me believe, soften, smile, and hope. Magic borrowed from strangers, kept close like charms. If you ever needed a sentence to feel understood or a line to hold on to when you're lost in yourself or in something, this is for you. Welcome to my folder of borrowed soft magic... ✨️

A story about a guy who is always unlucky

Kabhi Kabhi Zindagi humein un logon se milwati hai, jinhe hum bachhpan se jaante hain.. par pehchaan der se hoti hai... Class 6th ke baad school ki buildings alag ho gayi. woh boys' wing me chala gya woh girls building me reh gyi. Same Batch , Same School. Par kabhi ek dusre ko notice bhi nhi kiya. Ye kahaani hai NEET preparation ke saath- saath Ek unexpected attachment ki, unexpected Love story ki... Ye kahaani hai sapno ki,Faith ki,Entrance exam ke pressure ki... Jo dheere dheere kab dosti se or bhi jyada ban jaati hai... Ye sirf ek story nhi, ye ek journey hai- Kaashi se kota tak, Dreams se Destiny tak, Ajnabi se dosti tak , Nothing se Bestesttt of Best tak...se "EVERYTHING" tak ki..!

Hello everyone, I wanted to write a series of book This is my first time writing a book Let's see where my imagination leads me,my book and uss so my lovely readers give it a try... ✨ Ishq Ke Saath Maqam~seven stages of love ✨ ~ ek roohani silsila, authorrjuvi ki tehreer se 7 maqam hai ishq ke, Aur har maqam pe ek kahani hai... Jahan roohon ka milna likha gaya hai, Kahin judaai mein wafaa ka imtihaan hai... Dilkashi se shuru hota hai safar Jahan pehli baar kisi ki muskurahat dil ko chhoo jaati hai... Uns se mohobbat tak - Jahan do dil ek dhadkan ban jaate hai... Ibaadat ka sukoon bhi hai, junoon ki aag bhi... Aur aakhri maqam - maut - jahan ishq amar ho jaata hai. Har kahani mein ek jodi, Har jodi ke jazbaat alag... Kahin grumpy se sunshine tak ka safar hai, Kahin icecube ko ek softie pighlaata hai... Aur kahin sirf aankhon se dil ke raaz keh diye jaate hai. Yeh kahaniyaan nahi... Rooh ke jazbaat hai... Jo har lafz se, har dua se, Tumhara dil chhoo lenge... ✿ 7 jodiyaan ✿ 7 roohani safar ✿ 1 silsila - Ishq Ke Saath Maqam 🖋️ Likha gaya hai sirf dil se... Tumhare liye - authorrjuvi ki qalam se.

Sidnaaz. This story is an emotional roller coaster along with their every growing love 💓 they start a YouTube channel temporarily and with that comes lot of speed breaks for their relationship pls read forward to see how they cope with this ❤️❤️❤️ https://my.w.tt/tdJuHnqKO9 my second story. Pls read it

Fair Bitty is; a lot so meager Fate promised her and her alone; Love's flame, for which the soul is eager, Will scarce disturb the peace she's known. Notes: Translated by the author himself. This story is written in the style of Alexander Pushkin's novel in verse, "Eugene Onegin." The characters in this work are fictional; any resemblance to the names of real people is purely coincidental.

She fell in love many times - and lost herself each time. From innocent school crushes to late-night college confessions, she gave her heart to boys who were never truly hers. She waited for promises that faded, trusted words that weren't real, and mistook attention for love. But heartbreak has a strange way of teaching the truth. Because sometimes, after all the almost betrayals, and silent tears... you realize the love you were searching for was waiting at home all along. From Heartbreak to Home is a raw, relatable journey of attachment, growth, and discovering where you truly belong.

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : He was the college topper with a heart made of ice. She was the invisible girl who never looked his way. Until fate forced them to share the same world. Reyansh never believed in love-until Adriti walked in. She didn't try to impress him. She didn't need to. Her silence said more than words ever could. But not every love story ends with forever. Because sometimes, the person you trust the most...is the one who breaks you the worst. 💔 A slow-burn college romance filled with longing, betrayal, unspoken feelings, and a heartbreak that no one saw coming. If you believe love isn't always enough... this story is for you.

poems & letters of someone who was love with a person who is unavailable, to moving on, to being in love with someone emotionally satisfying.

She edits his world, but he sees hers. Behind the KPop lights, Hana wonders...how much of herself can she risk revealing?

Some friendships don't end loudly - they fade in small things. This is a story about loving too deeply, noticing too much, and learning what it means to feel replaceable. 🖤 About jealousy that came from caring, silence that came from breaking, and smiles that hid entire storms. It's about growing up with a guarded heart - expanding your world, but never letting anyone too close. Every emotion here was lived. This is my truth. This is original work, and identities have been protected with respect. 🖤

Luisa is a 13 year old girl that moved from England to Portugal having massive language difficulties and gains anxiety and depression from school, feeling lonely missing her friends from england etc... On Luisa's first day of school, she gets introduced to her new maths teacher, Mrs Gamito, she is really comforting and a really sweet teacher. One day, Mrs Gamito starts noticing Luisa feeling a bit down, Luisa has the courage to vent to her and as the bond between them two grow she gets a hug from Mrs Gamito and gets attached. Follow Luisa on her attachment journey as she faces massive challenges a long the way. Will the attachment take a turn or will it be like a dream she had never thought of..?

Story revolves around a guy! His enjoyment, excitement, which turned in to problems, pettiness. Regretting that he lived life in a wrong way!

"I wanna write poem on your skin with my tongue darling" he said in low whisper near her earlobe. His hot breath was sending shiver to whole spine of her body but she didn't push him. She also wanted him to ruin her ability of walking in every possible way. He started kissing her everywhere. Started from forehead then nose then abruptly kissed he on her lips possesiveness, hunger, obsession. She surrendered......... ________________________ this story is about a broken girl and a boy who was hacker. Let's see if they fall in love or not? if fall then how and not then why?

a case that's never been lawyered.

conquer from within.

Bruised petals torn between pages. Salt-cracked smiles and hands that tremble from holding on too tight. Sunlight that burns before it warms. These are the things we carry - the suffocating weight of almost-loves, the knife-twist of never-weres, the ghost-touch of what ripped itself away. No redemption here. Just the slow, sick ache of burning - and choking on your own smoke.