Danceoflove Stories

The night was heavy with warmth, the kind that lingered in the air long after the sun had set. The little café in Mexico was alive with the sounds of clinking glasses and soft laughter, a hum of life that seemed to invite possibilities. She had come in, just a traveler passing through, waiting for the bus that would take her to the border the next morning. He had only just arrived for a brief escape, his own reasons left at the door, like a jacket he was no longer willing to wear. Their eyes met across the room, and in that single glance, something shifted. With a quiet confidence, he approached her, his voice low as he asked, "Would you like to dance?"

Rhythm that combines two souls. Dance that connects both hearts. Neither any powers nor boundaries can destroy their love for each other. Will Rachel's and Harrold's love stays forever?

"You are my serendipity," he mumbles reading the note and smiling, emotion taking up his face. "And you are mine," he says, looking into my eyes.

Arellyn Deveraux, the radiant Princess of France, finds her life intertwined with Prince Ashton of Britain-a cold yet captivating royal. What begins as a formal encounter evolves into a complex relationship filled with tension, hidden emotions, and unexpected challenges. As secrets unravel and alliances are tested, Arellyn must navigate a world of intrigue, betrayal, and danger while discovering the depths of her own strength. In the face of adversity, she learns that love, courage, and resilience can shape her destiny in ways she never imagined.

This story takes place before Darwin dated Carrie. Darwin is a little scared. Darwin has been feeling slightly jealous of Gumball and Penny's relationship. If Gumball found Penny, why couldn't he find love...?

A fine day, two lost souls meet each other. But what happens next? *Note that this story is 20 pages long*

She was a princess made of poetry and bruises. He was a knight made of silence and scars. And between them stood a crown... sharp enough to kill them both. --- Ipshita Rathore A girl who hides love stories under her pillows and pain behind her ghungroo. A princess raised to obey- until her heart chose the one man she was never meant to look at. Vardan A warrior with no surname, no birthright, no place beside her... yet the only man who ever saw her soul before her smile. Older. Broader. Quieter. Destined to walk three steps behind her- and cursed to love her from there. Arjav Devgarh Her husband. Soft at first. Then jealous. Then cruel. A king who loved her too much... and understood her too late. --- When the palace whispered, they denied. When the king punished, they bled. When the world separated them, their hearts still found each other in the dark. Her dances turned into wounds. His silences turned into confessions. Until one night- when an enemy's blade flew toward her husband, Vardan stepped in front of it. Not for the king. Not for duty. For her. "Aap unke haath lagti... toh main zinda nahi reh paata." And as he died in her lap, in rain and blood, he whispered: "Teen kadam... ab khatam ho gaye." --- This is not a love story. This is a curse written in blood, rain, and ghungroo. A princess who lost everything. A knight who gave everything. A king who destroyed everything. A tragic, forbidden, slow-burn romance that will leave you breathless, broken, and unable to forget.