Bittersweetlove Stories

At Devprayag, where the Alaknanda and Bhagirathi merge to form the sacred Ganga, two rivers flow side by side one calm and expansive, the other restless and fierce. He carries passion like Bhagirathi, surging forward with intensity. She holds quiet strength like Alaknanda, steady and unspoken. Their paths cross at the confluence, but her silence remains untouched no words, no gestures, no signs to reveal what lies within her heart. Does she know of his love? Does she feel the same for him? Or is her silence the only reply? Devprayag is a poetic short romance about longing, vulnerability, and unanswered love a story where emotions flow like rivers, powerful yet uncertain, leaving readers to decide whether silence hides love, hesitation, or destiny yet to unfold.

this book is just me writing about the loml how she makes me feel & how I love her in silence. "she'll never know, but to me, she's my everything"

Alicia.. an only child who ended up in an arranged marriage with David, a man from a rich family. How do they end up? Will it be a happy ending? Will everything fall right into place? Or... the complete opposite? Started 03.15.22 | Finished 03.18.22

Some loves are whispered, not shouted - but they echo forever.

In a city soaked with rain and memory, two souls try to navigate the storm between who they were and who they've become. Mariam and Zahir were once inseparable-bound by shared laughter, hidden letters, and the comfort of knowing someone truly saw them. But as life grew louder and hearts grew quieter, their paths split without warning, leaving only silence behind. Now, years later, a chance encounter cracks open the wounds they tried to bury. Old emotions resurface, not as nostalgia-but as confusion, regret, and a haunting question: What really tore them apart? Told through fragmented reflections and raw emotion, Confusion that Overwhelmed Us is a story of miscommunication, timing, and the aching truth that love sometimes slips through even the most desperate fingers.

There wasn't a storm. No raised voices. Just a pause. A delay that grew arms and wrapped itself around my chest. He said, "Get free." I did. I cleared the clock for him - and waited. Not with anger, not with expectation - just that quiet, invisible hope we never speak aloud. Minutes became hours. Silence, the kind that stretches time. And yet, when he finally wrote back, it wasn't an apology. It was a mirror - reflecting how he thought I felt, as if my heart was a riddle he didn't want to solve. I had to tell him - I'm not mad at the gaps between your replies. I only ached when you invited me into your time, then forgot I was already standing at the door. But still, I forgave him before he even understood. Because that's what love sometimes looks like - not grand confessions, but soft shoulders and tired fingers that type "I'm sorry" without waiting for one in return. Then something changed. Not loudly. Not with fireworks. But like when winter finally begins to exhale, and you realise the ground had been thawing all along. He started showing up. In the quiet ways. With late-night check-ins. With "Ishaaa." With "I understand." With "Tell me." With "Sleep. Please." He didn't promise forever. He didn't open all his windows. But he cracked the door. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough - for now. Because this isn't a story about falling in love. This is a story about trying. About message delays, missed moments, and the poetry of persistence. It's about a girl who refused to let silence be the final word. And a boy learning, slowly, that silence is not safety - it's just a page waiting to be written on.

✦ Theme A love born from distance - nurtured through words, sustained by effort, and remembered through silence. It's not about how long the messages lasted, but what stayed after the typing stops.

They were two strangers brought together by a train accident on a stormy night. Arin Khatri and Aadhira Menon were trapped for hours in a crushed compartment. At some point, their hands found each other and didn't let go. His voice kept her awake, kept her breathing, kept her from slipping into fear. They didn't even exchange names until the end. No numbers, no promises of what would come next. Just one quiet promise, made at sunrise on a muddy hillside. Every year, same date, same station, at 5 PM. Not for love. Not for destiny. Just to remember the night they survived. But some connections don't really need plans. They find their way back, every monsoon.

my dear rival

. In "Whispers of the Heart," we explore the intricacies of love, friendship, and personal growth as Noah grapples with the dilemma of confessing his feelings or cherishing Mirasol's friendship from afar. With every turn of the page, the story delves into the emotions that shape their choices and the moments that define their destinies. Amid the laughter and tears, the shared dreams and unspoken truths, Noah's heart whispers its yearnings, echoing through the chapters of their lives. Will Noah find the courage to reveal his unrequited love? Or will their bond forever remain a cherished friendship, with the whispers of his heart left unheard? Join us on this heartfelt journey as "Whispers of the Heart" invites you to experience the power of emotions, the beauty of unspoken connections, and the enduring strength of friendship. As their story unfolds, let the whispers of your own heart guide you through a tale of love that goes beyond words, touching the depths of the soul.

Despite having a traumatic experience early from childhood up to adulting, Azy becomes stronger still. She was clear to her only one goal in life, to become an accountant. Meanwhile, Zayl was a light-hearted man, who fell in love with Azy as soon as she discovered the latter's true colors. Will the bittersweet relationship turns into a happy ending story? Are they better match for each other?

"This is my last day. I want to be with you. More than anything, I want to spend this day with you. You are my love, my life, my everything. Please don't cry for me, but celebrate the life that I've lived. As long as you know that I love you, I will die happily." I told him dreamily, tears streaming down both of our eyes. He bit his lip and nodded, cupping his hand around my cheek. All I could think of were his beautiful green eyes.

There is nothing special in this story. This was just created for the author to have an outlet for the thoughts she's keeping to herself. This is the first time I'd be writing a story. Hope you can give me a chance. 😉

its a story of two hearts Meet Shaena. A sweet.. innocent but bold.. beautiful girl who adores her family and friends. She is the kind of person who is always ready to help others. Quite protective for her loved ones... And on the other side our hero Arthit... A good looking... romantic.. ambitious boy. The only problem is that he is introverted. So never really talked much to others... 💖The catch of the story is... hero falls deeply in love with the heroine at the first sight and the heroine is most unbeknown to his feelings. The journey of Shaena and Arthit's love, pain, respect, understanding, and patience. I don't claim any right on the cover page and photos used in this book..they go to their respective owner...

​They say time heals all wounds, but for Lala, time has only been a witness. 'The Past She Can't Forget' is a journey through the echoes of yesterday and the heavy price of remembering. When the truth finally surfaces, will it set her free or pull her under?

IT VERY CONFUSING THAT AYATO DECIDED TO TO SHOW UP AND THERE NO YUI KOMORI IS MISSING AT TODORKI'S HOUSE AND ELSA BRING AYATO SAKAMAKI TO ANNA'S WEDDING AND THEY WERE SUPRISE BUT IT WORKED OUT TOO!

BOOK 4 of WOUT 1967, Calcutta. During Diwali cleaning, eighty-five year old Bondhita stumbles upon an old, dust-covered trunk-sealed for decades, wrapped in memories. Inside, tucked between faded fabrics and forgotten trinkets, lies a diary. A diary dated 1899. As her wrinkled fingers trace the familiar handwriting, we are taken back in time- To the crisp winter days of her youth. To the moment her eyes first met his. A boy she never spoke to. A name she never dared to utter aloud. A presence she began to crave, like moonlight in darkness. But some stories bloom only in silence. Some hearts beat quietly, never meant to be heard. She loved him. Innocently. Deeply. And yet... he never knew. This is the story of a love that was never confessed-only written. Only remembered. A rose that bloomed in silence. A ROSE OF SILENCE is a tender tale of unspoken love, innocence, and longing-a haunting reminder that even the quietest hearts carry the loudest truths. Some roses bloom only once. And some... never get to be seen at all.

I'm digging my thoughts just to know who I am. Then sharing my works just to bestow the beauty in me that is unseen.

The Promise Beneath the Moon is a heartfelt romance set in a modern Japanese city, following Renji Kurosawa, a reserved yet poetic young man, and Ayaka Shirakawa, a bright but complex girl. Through school life, friendships, and unspoken emotions, their connection deepens, filled with laughter, struggles, and moments that linger. A story of youth, relationships, and the emotions that shape us.

In a forgotten watch shop on a quiet street, time doesn't pass-it breathes. Kai, a poor clock repairer, lives a life of quiet routine until she walks in. Perfume too rich for dust. Fingers trembling. A wristwatch that doesn't tick. She keeps returning. He never asks why. Held in Hours is a slowburn affair of breathless silences, restrained touch, and the ache of love that dares not speak.