Citylove Stories

Two strangers. One unread message. A city that never meant to stay - but never really let go. When Suraj, a quiet writer visiting Chennai for a college project, installs Bumble on a dare, he doesn't expect much. Definitely not a girl like Vishika - sharp, observant, and strangely invested in his unfinished book. She doesn't flirt. She critiques. He doesn't chase. He rewrites. Before they even meet, they build a rhythm. A paragraph at a time. A song at a time. A version of love that grows in fragments - in shared playlists, unsent voice notes, metro glances, and eye contact games that no one admits to losing. But in a city built on fleeting rhythms, how do you hold on to someone who never promised to stay? And cities like Chennai don't just offer stories. They echo them. And some connections don't need a name. Just the right silence to bloom in. Because sometimes, the real connection doesn't announce itself. It just happens quietly-like a Concursion. A slow, aching, realistic love story - from the boy who wrote her before he met her. © 2025 Satya. All rights reserved. This is an original work of fiction. Do not copy, reproduce, translate, adapt, or redistribute any part of this story without the author's explicit permission.

Lavender is a gentle romance about two lonely souls who keep crossing paths at the same metro station. Aanira, a quiet kindergarten teacher with the soft scent of lavender around her, lives a calm life made of routine and silence. Aatvik Sharma, a philosophy student and music artist, carries a heavy heart and finds comfort only in melodies. Their first connection begins on one of Aatvik's worst evenings, when words fail him and the world feels too loud. Aanira shares her earphones and that small moment becomes their beginning. From then on, music becomes their routine. No big conversations. Just sitting side by side, listening to the same songs, sharing peaceful silence. He calls her Lavender. She never gives him a name but she quietly waits for his presence every day. In the middle of busy platforms and rushing trains, something gentle grows between them made of subtle glances, quiet comfort, and unspoken feelings. Lavender is not a dramatic love story. It is about soft connections, everyday moments, and how two strangers slowly become each other's safe place.

When sixteen-year-old Aira Mehta moves from Pune to Mumbai, she expects nothing more than noise, traffic, and endless humidity. Quiet, anxious, and often lost in her sketchbook, she finds comfort only in the small balcony of her new home - until one evening, a soft tune drifts in from the house next door. On the other side of that wall lives Arav Sharma, eighteen, confident, calm, and everything Aira's not. A twelfth grader with a guitar and a quiet heart, Arav notices the new girl who mumbles to herself and never quite looks up. What begins as awkward silences, stolen glances, and neighbourly hellos slowly turns into something deeper - a story of two teens figuring out love, friendship, and themselves under the same Mumbai sky.

Brielle Ross always believed that love in New York was as electric as the city itself-vivid, consuming, and unforgettable. When he met Grayson Clifford, it was all of that and more. Their story was written in quiet jazz bars, on fire escape steps, and in whispers under the glow of city lights. Life happens, and their lives are different, steady, and comfortable. Until one day, Brielle strikes up a conversation with someone in a bar. Their conversation made her nostalgic for the story that led her to marry the love of her life. As memories resurface, Brielle is reminded that love-like the city-can surprise you, reignite you, and leave you breathless all over again. Started: January 1, 2025 Status: on-going

What if Cinderella never lost her slipper? What if Aurora was never cursed? What if Ariel never wanted legs? Would the endings be different? Would the end sentence of the books be any different? TW: Contains Mature Language

Heels clicking on the Manhattan sidewalk, I stride through the cold December night, wrapped in a coat that screams luxury, the irony of it all but I suppose there are some things I can't give up even though I don't like wealthy people, a full-length white fur that hugs my frame like a second skin. The fur sways lightly with each step, catching the glow of the streetlights as they battle the shadows of the towering skyscrapers. The icy wind bites at my cheeks, but I don't flinch. My ash blonde hair peeks out from beneath a vintage ushanka my boots sleek, black, and impossibly high-make every step a declaration. They're the kind that could crush egos and carve paths through the kind of chaos only Manhattan knows how to create. The streets are alive, buzzing with the energy of tourists, holiday shoppers and late-night dreamers, but I'm in my own world, caught between the suffocating weight of the story I'm chasing and the thrill of knowing I'm on the brink of something monumental.

A love story of growth, challenges, and connection amidst ambition. Silvia X Carlos

It started with an normal relationship...

two strangers meet in a coffee shop. it is love at first sight.

Girl meets boy. Girl steals boy's coffee. Boy meets girl. Boy steals girl's heart. Simple. Sometimes, a famous Irish singer can find love with a normal Texas girl in the city that never sleeps. Sometimes, it can be that simple. ------------------------- Charlotte "Charlie" York is still adjusting to city life. Her dreams have finally come true, and she's working her dream job in her dream city. She's committed to making her own dreams come true, and she's on the right track. But then Charlie bumps into a handsome man in a coffee shop, and her world turns over. Niall Horan is looking for a new start. He's at a quieter point in his career, a welcome change. His plan is to just take a break and allow himself time. However, when some beautiful woman steals his coffee, his plan is disrupted. But plans are made to be broken, and worlds are meant to turn, right?

Pyria, a freshly graduated NYU student who works as a waiter at a restaraunt looks up to see Timothee Chalamet walking in

TAGLINE: "In his quiet he carried the fire for her alone." Elara never thought a single night could stay with her so deeply. The Bronx was always moving, demanding, pulling her between work, family, and responsibility - yet for one rare night, she stood in a crowd and watched Juno take the stage. There was something unguarded in him that night, a quiet freedom that drew her in. His smile was easy, his presence radiant in a way that made her forget the chaos around her. For a moment, it felt like the music belonged only to him - and somehow, to her too. But life teaches you to be practical. Days turned into months, and the rhythm of the city swallowed the memory of that night. The livestreams came too late, the comments too fast, and her presence - her name - faded in the flood. With quiet dignity, she let go, telling herself she was never meant to belong in his world. Juno, abroad and consumed by flashing lights and endless travel, thought the new faces, gifts, and voices would fill the emptiness. But the fire he carried didn't burn for the crowd. It burned quietly, relentlessly, for the one he hadn't realized he lost. Hidden Song, Burning Heart is a mature, tender romance about distance, grace, and the hidden connections that refuse to fade. It's about a woman who lets go with grace, her heart still tender, and a man who discovers that love - once found - has a way of finding its way back home.

He knows who I am. He has seen my face millions of times and has even met me. He thinks I'm a beast, some one who is angry all the time at anything and everything I come across. Never willing to accept anything. But he doesn't know who I really am-or was for that matter. I used to be my own Cinderella and fix my mistakes with my own kindness. Accept others no matter size or shape. I learned to put others first even if that meant I came last. But I was cursed with what I loved. What I worked so hard for-to build even. But this time I built my walls too strong. Too high. And now it's time for him to take them down. Copyright 2015 (c) loveanne16

I haven't decided if I plan on chronicling these characters' lives, but I wanted to share a cute story about firsts. Something that gets you thinking about some of your own first experiences and whether or not they can still be a first if you experienced it before, but this time with a new mindset, people around you, or details of the like. Mel and Z bring a light-hearted feel about what it's like to blindly fall in love. It's a beautiful feeling, like having your first crush in middle school.

They don't know each other's name, nor their age, where they live or if they'll ever meet again. All they know is that when they had a small encounter it was all very natural to them, and they haven't stopped thinking about it.

In the city of Los Angeles it is easy to find love. but it's hard to find love which is true. read a cheesy short story written by 12 years old me and enjoy the reading.

A girl rides the train to North Avenue every day, but she can't shake the feeling that she's being watched. When she discovers that her ex-lover is stalking her, she must navigate a dangerous game of love and fear. Will she give him a second chance or will she break free from his grasp? Find out in this suspenseful and romantic tale set in Manila.

Introducing Guarded Hearts 💌 Hey everyone! I'm Hailey Seabrook (pen name), and I'm thrilled to share my first work with you. This format invites readers to use their imagination and fantasies, engaging with concise and captivating storytelling. I'm so excited to bring you this story of love and vulnerability, and I hope you'll join me on this adventure. Stay tuned for more! 💖 Dive into the dazzling world of Los Angeles with my new romantic series, "Guarded Hearts. Follow the enchanting Sophia Lane- a dazzling star whose fame hides a deep loneliness, and Jack Mason a brooding bodyguard whose heart is as impenetrable as his duty. "

Bakit ganon? kapag laking syudad at mayaman ang isang tao napaka hirap nang abutin. parang hindi pwedeng mag mahal ang isang probinsyana sa lalaking taga syudad. " Hindi kayo bagay. " sa mga mata ng mga taong mapang husga. ang tingin nila, porket taga probinsya magsasaka lang at mahirap. eh ano naman diba? ang pusong nag mamahalan Hindi naman yun na susukat. kung ano ang istado mo sa buhay. kung talaga ang dalawang tao nag mamahal ng totoo kahit ano kapa tanggap ka.

And when I look back, I realize how far I've truly come. From those days of running away from pain and sorrow, hiding from the shadows that haunted my every step, to now standing my ground, facing those same shadows head-on. I've learned to confront the heartache and the memories that once threatened to drown me, turning my anguish into strength. It's a journey marked by moments of despair and flickers of hope, like the stormy night when I first met her by the old flower shop. Each step forward is a testament to my resolve, to the unspoken words and unfinished dreams that now drive me to fight against the tides of sorrow, emerging stronger and more resilient with each passing day.