Beyondlove Stories

A poem on one sided love I think you have witnessed it once .....

Torn Between Love and Reality Meet Eva, a bright-eyed and ambitious young woman who fell deeply in love with Dave, a charming and charismatic student. Despite his lack of financial stability, Eva believed that their love could conquer all, and she devoted herself to their relationship. But as the years went by, Eva's dreams of a happy ending were shattered. Dave's inability to provide for her and his lack of commitment to their future together left her feeling lost and alone. Will Eva find the strength to move on and build a new life for herself, or will she continue to hold on to the hope that Dave will change? Dive into this heart-wrenching tale of love, disappointment, and self-discovery to find out.

Love is often seen as a fleeting emotion, bound by time and circumstances. But what if love could endure beyond loss, beyond absence-beyond life itself? Beyond Love is a deeply moving story of resilience, sacrifice, and a love that defies time. Through the memories of Beatrice Onwuzulike, an elderly woman with a heart full of untold stories, Dr. Evelyn Ajayi discovers a new understanding of love. As Beatrice recounts her journey through war, loss, and healing, Evelyn learns that love is not measured by presence but by the lasting impact it leaves behind. This is a story of love's eternity.

This story is for people who love romance

Love and hate are two prime emotions that humans feel. How do we go beyond love and hate? Let's start with the fundamentals. According to our ancient scriptures, all that exists in the nothingness of our universe is Brahman. Science explains the same in a similar manner - everything in the universe including us is ultimately energy. Furthermore, the nothingness of the universe does not mean emptiness. It means that matter and consciousness are temporary; they appear and disappear into the absoluteness or the totality of this nothingness. But what is absoluteness? Absoluteness in totality is the raw, pure energy that provides the ability and the capacity to do work. So, in the ultimate reality, all that exists is energy, which is indivisible, something that we can neither create nor destroy but transforms into a subset or other forms of energies, which are interchangeable with each other. Energy vibrates on different frequencies condensing and splitting into waves and particles. Spiritually during ancient days, it was said all that exists is Brahman. That which is the Creator as well as the creation. The Creator is that which possesses the supreme ability (Parabrahman) and retains its nondual characteristic, whereas all other abilities prescribe duality to the subset energies. Like we are a composite unit of three forms of energies in body, mind, and soul. Although energy remains united in its continuity as one and not two, it starts separating from its non-duality, absoluteness, oneness, nothingness, and togetherness into its dual ends. On the one hand, we have love, the highest frequency in the form of emotion, and hate is that lower frequency on the other hand. Love and hate are one example of the two extremes of the one non-dual energy performing in duality. Duality is temporary!

"Love never stays, but it lives in the pages of books which hold ink in their spaces" -DishaDahiya Live the love you get, once and for all. because you do not know, when it leaves you. The petals of this flower called love fall really quick, and you won't even get the time to decipher. Come live the love, regret the grief and play with unforgettable memories of love! 💗

"Lost princess "his words a creep filled with teasing ness she turned only to bump on his chest hardly .her breath stiffen ,she grittered her teeth ,he narrowed heis eyes "what happen do u wanna know the way to your room " he said .she crossed her hands against her chest she moved back but didn't cut their eye contact .his eyes calm her eyes fire irritation hate " you r a creep " He placed his hands on his chest dramatically and said " ahhh princess my little fire it hurts " she grittered her teeth while she rolled her eyes and said with a slow chuckle "better i feared it couldn't"she turned back started to go towards the sabha suddenly he pinned her against the wall his body against her giving no gap her breath hitched he chuckled darkly ,his breath against her irritatiing he breathed her vanilla flover skin which he probably tasted a thousand times kissing her "Missing my vallina fire " her eyes narrowed glaring at him she asked " vanilla ? " He nodded his breath warm against herlisp husky. " ur flavour ... U don't know ...i said u thousand times u taste like vanilla " her cheeks turned crimson pink without her knowing he smirked seeing his effect on her." Don't forget I am princess " she declared like more than a statement a knot felt in his stomach a few seconds silence said more than anything.she realized wt she just spilled .he chuckled sadly but still try to maintain his teasyness " still u sucked my lips like i am merry prey and. ......" Before he could go further she silenced him palceing her index finger.he chuckled again despite what going on here he moved back suddenly maintaining distance when she narrowed her eyes with his sudden distance she was about to question when suddenly a maid of the palace came and said while after a bow " princess king was calling you ....." She turned to him again bowing her head " general the king was calling you too " "we will" this is in two time lines i believe u like it .💖

"First, plan the luncheon. Then, plan the murder." Julian was a man of no consequence until the daughter of the Great Cleric chose him to be her husband. Now, he is a rising star in the Empire, draped in silk and learning the delicate dance of high society. He thinks he is being groomed for greatness. He doesn't realize he is being rehearsed for a tragedy. Isolde Thorne hasn't given Julian a title out of love. She has given him a crown so that he has something to lose. She is meticulously polishing him-his manners, his status, and his devotion-into a weapon sharp enough to pierce her own heart. The marriage is a contract. The training is a trap. And the love he feels for her? That is the most dangerous part of the crime.

Ryan was a 19 year old boy, who has fallen for Mark, but Mark already have girlfriend.....so Mark didn't understand the feeling of Ryan, After some days, Mark and Ryan became close by a project given by physics professor.... Both fallen for each other.....and their love goes beyond the project.....

Conservatoire Supérieur de Musique "L'Étoile Noire" de Paris (Commonly called: "L'Étoile Noire" or simply "Étoile Noire") Founded in 1898, the Conservatoire Supérieur de Musique "L'Étoile Noire" is a large, elite, and intensely competitive music institution located in the quiet, elegant streets of Paris's 16th arrondissement. Though less known to the general public than the historic Conservatoire de Paris, L'Étoile Noire has earned a fearsome reputation among serious musicians for its brutal standards, obsessive culture, and direct connection to powerful figures in the classical world. The campus spans three grand, interconnected 19th-century buildings arranged in a U-shape around a central courtyard with ancient chestnut trees. The architecture is elegant but imposing-tall windows with heavy drapes, marble floors that echo every footstep like a metronome, and walls lined with portraits of former masters whose stern gazes seem to judge every imperfect note. The school's motto is "Par la discipline, naît l'étoile" ("Through discipline, the star is born"), engraved in gold above the main archway. In the corridors of this prestigious institution, where ambition echoes like a sustained note and genius borders on obsession, a young piano prodigy known professionally as Rue Ryuzaki guards his domain from rival professors. Beyond Birthday, born in 1981, the enigmatic instructor is only twenty-one years old but already carries the weight of a legend. His fingers move across the keys with angelic grace, each performance a calculated dissection of emotion rather than free expression. To the outside world, he is the brilliant, reclusive Rue Ryuzaki-arrogant, untouchable, and devoted solely to the perfection of sound. Until Love Wilde enters his classroom.

Those Dolls were inseparable and So were they ! They were not just friends ... They were not just in love ... They were the Dolls