<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528</id><updated>2026-10-20T18:10:24.508+05:30</updated><category term="Heart Touching Love Story"/><category term="Cute Love Story"/><category term="True Love Story"/><category term="Romantic Love Story"/><category term="Sweet love story"/><category term="cute love stories"/><category term="inspiration love story"/><category term="a beautiful story to tell your girlfriend"/><category term="love story"/><category term="A Cute Love Story"/><category term="Romantic Love Stories"/><category term="cute Story"/><category term="cute love stories for her"/><category term="A Heart Touching Love Story To Read"/><category term="A Short Love Story To Read"/><category term="Best Romantic Love Stories for your Boy Friend"/><category term="Cute Short Love story"/><category term="Long distance cute love story"/><category term="beautiful love stories"/><category term="cute bedtime stories"/><category term="touching love story"/><category term="A Love Rekindled: Real love story"/><category term="A Love Story of a Young Girl and a Prince"/><category term="A cute story for your girlfriend"/><category term="A heart touching love story"/><category term="A sweet and adorable love story"/><category term="A unique love story that Make you cry"/><category term="Awesome Love Stories"/><category term="Bedtime Romantic Story"/><category term="Best Ever Romantic Stories"/><category term="Best Love Stories"/><category term="Best ever true life love stories"/><category term="Chatting Love Story"/><category term="Cute Love story - SMS - Interesting Story"/><category term="Cute Short Story"/><category term="Cute and Romantic love stories - Heart touching love story - Real love Story"/><category term="Cute heart touching love story"/><category term="Heart Melting Love Story"/><category term="Heart Touched Love Story for Her"/><category term="Heart Touched Love Story to tell your girlfriend"/><category term="Heart Touching Love Stories"/><category term="Heart Touching Love Story To Tell Her"/><category term="Heart Touching Love Story of Cute Couples"/><category term="Heart Touching Sad Flight Story"/><category term="Heart touching love story for girlfriend"/><category term="Heart touching love story for her"/><category term="Heart touching love story to tell my girlfriend"/><category term="Heart touching story"/><category term="Infinity Love Story"/><category term="Inspirational Love Story"/><category term="Inspirational love stories"/><category term="Love Story To Tell Your Boy Friend"/><category term="Love Story to Tell to Her/Him: Cute Love Story"/><category term="Love story that make you feel in love"/><category term="Most Adorable Love Story for Her"/><category term="Most Cute &amp; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Once a boy was in love and his girlfriend had asked him to tell a story. This story should be different from others. His girlfriend also asked him to narrate the story in a romantic way. She gave time it should be at night. How could the boy narrate the story while his girlfriend was in hostel? The boy started chatting with his girlfriend this way and send it to his girlfriend next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Girl: Did you know, last night I was looking at the stars and matched each star with a reason why I really love you.&amp;nbsp;It was going great until I run out of stars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Boy: I did something yesterday. Last night I sent an angel to look over you as you slept. The angel returned to me and when I asked why? The angel said that angels do not watch over angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Girl: You are so precious and life without you is like a broken pencil, pointless. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Boy: God must have been showing off his best when he created you. You are really sweet and lovely. Love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/2923605145773905698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/2923605145773905698?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/2923605145773905698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/2923605145773905698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2021/11/romantic-dream-story-to-tell-your.html' title='Romantic Dream Story to tell your Girlfriend : Bedtime Romantic Story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBnPnRYPRs6n3Wk1l-Y4ea9X9PtLpzMsce-IfGWNsUX6syfC0pCat9KEnpQ8Y-526Du361b4r9C6y0GznAD9easF5XJ6ecPRdrREowvw4p4i7vJwZJLa2JXinUpzFkEkHtVhf0hvmKhgc/s72-c/1637608445273221-0.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-8198247487116347802</id><published>2026-05-25T23:47:55.815+05:30</published><updated>2026-05-25T23:47:55.949+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Long distance cute love story"/><title type='text'>A long distance relationship story - Heart Touching Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmyt0LBc_Sr5NN9ZG97kIanF3xefaEwP5-1XLQL0nqbrEkagMDMf3TK_sAhrtiM1wi1SH-eiskxVRhBveiqoLEEoR0YjkCB323EXueFbzCbvcDNJpcOWx8lBGXfJ0V7U9r-4p8GwDIFtTwM9P14_7J8ESJsEFSTGARqkzT6-b9utS7OQ16WFryY0Ra=s910&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;long_distance_story&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;607&quot; data-original-width=&quot;910&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmyt0LBc_Sr5NN9ZG97kIanF3xefaEwP5-1XLQL0nqbrEkagMDMf3TK_sAhrtiM1wi1SH-eiskxVRhBveiqoLEEoR0YjkCB323EXueFbzCbvcDNJpcOWx8lBGXfJ0V7U9r-4p8GwDIFtTwM9P14_7J8ESJsEFSTGARqkzT6-b9utS7OQ16WFryY0Ra=w400-h266&quot; title=&quot;long_distance_Love&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Once a boy lived in a small village. He was so handsome and cute. Once he went to town for his higher study. One night he went to his friends home. His friend was a great techy. He was busy with social networks. When his friend arrives he introduced the facebook&amp;nbsp;platform. The boy was so intense to learn and wants to make new friends in the town. Because he came from a rural area and never know or met good friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Now he also getting busy with social platform. Some days later he also found lot of friends from the Facebook. Once he got a friend request from abroad and you know what was the gender it was? She was a american girl and she lived in New york.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Now they became good friends. Some days latter boy proposed the girl. He said, I would like to get you as my life partner. Will you be mine forever? Girl-What are you saying? I can&#39;t believe that. I love you too. Some days later boy said to the girl, you have no idea how much my heart races to see you and I love when I catch you looking at me on video calling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Are you serious said his girl friend? Then she said your voice is my favourite sound and every day with you is a wonderful addition to my life&#39;s journey. You&#39;re my paradise and I&#39;d happily get stranded on you for a lifetime. I love you&amp;nbsp; and boy said, just when I think that it is impossible to love you any more than I already do, you prove me wrong. I thought you are far from me and now I know everything is possible in the world. I love you so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/8198247487116347802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/8198247487116347802?isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/8198247487116347802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/8198247487116347802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2021/12/a-long-distance-relationship-story.html' title='A long distance relationship story - Heart Touching Love Story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmyt0LBc_Sr5NN9ZG97kIanF3xefaEwP5-1XLQL0nqbrEkagMDMf3TK_sAhrtiM1wi1SH-eiskxVRhBveiqoLEEoR0YjkCB323EXueFbzCbvcDNJpcOWx8lBGXfJ0V7U9r-4p8GwDIFtTwM9P14_7J8ESJsEFSTGARqkzT6-b9utS7OQ16WFryY0Ra=s72-w400-h266-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-5436365803609900086</id><published>2026-04-10T01:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2026-04-10T01:36:58.291+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Love Rekindled: Real love story"/><title type='text'> A Love Rekindled: Real love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;They hadn’t spoken in years, their lives drifting apart. Fate brought them back together at a crowded bookshop. Still reading romance novels? he asked, holding back a grin.&amp;nbsp; She laughed, “And you’re still into thrillers, I see.” Conversation flowed as if no time had passed at all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Over coffee, they talked about life, regrets, and second chances. “I never stopped loving you,” he confessed softly.&amp;nbsp; Her hand covered his, a tear escaping her eye.&amp;nbsp; “Neither did I,” she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.&amp;nbsp; That day, they began writing a new chapter together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/5436365803609900086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/5436365803609900086?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/5436365803609900086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/5436365803609900086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2026/04/a-love-rekindled-real-love-story.html' title=' A Love Rekindled: Real love story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-7373653533443592687</id><published>2026-04-10T01:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2026-04-10T01:33:49.979+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartfelt love story"/><title type='text'>Heartfelt love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;It started with a simple conversation, nothing special, just two strangers talking. But slowly, those small talks became the best part of their day. They began to share everything: dreams, fears, silly jokes, and late-night thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;He didn’t realize when her “hi” became his happiness. She didn’t notice when his presence became her comfort.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;They weren’t perfect. They argued, misunderstood each other, and had moments of silence. But every time, they chose to come back, to fix things, to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica;&quot;&gt;One day, she asked, “Why do you love me?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica;&quot;&gt;He smiled and said, “Because with you, I don’t have to pretend. I can just be me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;And that was it—the simplest reason, yet the deepest truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Their love wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was soft, real, and constant… the kind that stays, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/7373653533443592687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/7373653533443592687?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/7373653533443592687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/7373653533443592687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2026/04/heartfelt-love-story.html' title='Heartfelt love story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-8685552568417826845</id><published>2026-04-10T00:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2026-04-10T00:31:21.986+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Unexpected Love: Teen age Love stories"/><title type='text'> The Unexpected Love: Teen age Love stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived two best friends. They were friends for last 2 years, nothing more or so they thought. He laughed at her terrible jokes; she teased him endlessly. One stormy night, he showed up at her door, drenched.&amp;nbsp; “Why are you here?” she asked, confused but concerned. “I just realized,” he said, breathless, “I am in love with you.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Her heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by his words.&amp;nbsp; Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, “I feel the same.” That night, the rain became their witness and friendship turned to love.&amp;nbsp; It wasn’t planned, but sometimes the best things aren’t.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;They knew they had found their forever. Love always feels better when its true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/8685552568417826845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/8685552568417826845?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/8685552568417826845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/8685552568417826845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2026/04/the-unexpected-love-teen-age-love.html' title=' The Unexpected Love: Teen age Love stories'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-3189928544423693663</id><published>2025-12-19T00:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2025-12-19T00:27:29.074+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The most beautiful love stories to read"/><title type='text'>The most beautiful love stories to read</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQwcU3f6sAGt9lFS30SC8qP50tIuaLyuZL_aCuYUbDBxN9lIs_IPbk0vjb_QG8h7rNQzK0sTbT5vdrnK1ww26YSJORB4ngtVeJ-jo0u9wtGcpWFjeRde3z7GnzllUQ4SFQQPbiITOVf6yFiuUapfSPjQyZVFX_0zNK_Y06AkvtqboTZOZXsl6hNqLwIM/s500/R.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;315&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;253&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQwcU3f6sAGt9lFS30SC8qP50tIuaLyuZL_aCuYUbDBxN9lIs_IPbk0vjb_QG8h7rNQzK0sTbT5vdrnK1ww26YSJORB4ngtVeJ-jo0u9wtGcpWFjeRde3z7GnzllUQ4SFQQPbiITOVf6yFiuUapfSPjQyZVFX_0zNK_Y06AkvtqboTZOZXsl6hNqLwIM/w400-h253/R.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Once there lived a girl in a small village. She was a renounced singer, and she used to go town in the bus for her performance. She found a handsome and care nature boy in the bus. They both felt some feelings and fall in love. But the boy always loves to read novel. But girl in profession a singer. She always moving around one state to other state, one village to other village for her performance. In the meanwhile, she went outside of their state. They didn&#39;t apart at that time. They talked each other every time. But the girl left the town, they didn&#39;t able to speak each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;They hadn’t spoken in years, their lives drifting apart. Fate brought them back together at a crowded bookshop. “Still reading romance novels?” he asked, holding back a grin. She laughed, “And you’re still into thrillers, I see.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Conversation flowed as if no time had passed at all. Over coffee, they talked about life, regrets, and second chances. I never stopped loving you, he confessed softly. Her hand covered his, a tear escaping her eye. “Neither did I,” she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;That day, they began writing a new chapter together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/3189928544423693663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/3189928544423693663?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/3189928544423693663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/3189928544423693663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/12/the-most-beautiful-love-stories-to-read.html' title='The most beautiful love stories to read'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQwcU3f6sAGt9lFS30SC8qP50tIuaLyuZL_aCuYUbDBxN9lIs_IPbk0vjb_QG8h7rNQzK0sTbT5vdrnK1ww26YSJORB4ngtVeJ-jo0u9wtGcpWFjeRde3z7GnzllUQ4SFQQPbiITOVf6yFiuUapfSPjQyZVFX_0zNK_Y06AkvtqboTZOZXsl6hNqLwIM/s72-w400-h253-c/R.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-2369985891415216829</id><published>2025-12-19T00:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2025-12-19T00:17:13.549+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Top Romantic Love Stories for Girl"/><title type='text'>Top Romantic Love Stories for Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsqOO3T1sgk7pQoxnCRrbQH_7P7xvBzD9XHAYiJqPQ0pnTQ542L-tffEDMDJk6n8CC9w-n2WIb6e0jgdPAGmkNnmazXDThEIgxGC8NGgZM0_yZzoXnhtCVk6VA5cHgubE00ZVjGaoPHAHQZZ6ZOqFs2YC2U_vVsCLSOA_9D74HNaW9_-sl133_5QyGeM/s550/love-couples-social.webp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;366&quot; data-original-width=&quot;550&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsqOO3T1sgk7pQoxnCRrbQH_7P7xvBzD9XHAYiJqPQ0pnTQ542L-tffEDMDJk6n8CC9w-n2WIb6e0jgdPAGmkNnmazXDThEIgxGC8NGgZM0_yZzoXnhtCVk6VA5cHgubE00ZVjGaoPHAHQZZ6ZOqFs2YC2U_vVsCLSOA_9D74HNaW9_-sl133_5QyGeM/w400-h266/love-couples-social.webp&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived a handsome boy in a small village. He found his soulmate when he was in hostel. He wasn’t good with words, but he wanted her to know, what he felt for her. But unfortunately, one day, the girl found a letter slipped into her bag while she was walked through the beach.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;It wasn’t long—just a few sentences, written with care. I don’t know how to say this out loud, it began. But you’ve made my world brighter, and I can’t stop thinking of you. Her heart raced as she read the words, tears forming in her eyes. She started like crying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;When she looked up behind, she saw that he was standing there, nervously frightened. Is it true? she asked, holding up the letter. He nodded, and she smiled, whispering, “I feel the same.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;The letter became their beginning, and love filled the spaces between.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/2369985891415216829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/2369985891415216829?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/2369985891415216829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/2369985891415216829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/12/top-romantic-love-stories-for-girl.html' title='Top Romantic Love Stories for Girl'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsqOO3T1sgk7pQoxnCRrbQH_7P7xvBzD9XHAYiJqPQ0pnTQ542L-tffEDMDJk6n8CC9w-n2WIb6e0jgdPAGmkNnmazXDThEIgxGC8NGgZM0_yZzoXnhtCVk6VA5cHgubE00ZVjGaoPHAHQZZ6ZOqFs2YC2U_vVsCLSOA_9D74HNaW9_-sl133_5QyGeM/s72-w400-h266-c/love-couples-social.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-8422301913671950832</id><published>2025-12-19T00:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2025-12-19T00:05:52.780+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a beautiful story to tell your girlfriend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Cute Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Short Love Story To Read"/><title type='text'>Love at First Sight - Cute Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlE6FX6Tdb0UOIQUt4Auqpkm-wt16zzilQzf1YXDUErDbqqyEG7Qi9ywkxROnH83vv_1GqsvOvVaO-adWt8R_tMuJJQGgtpbsNKbqqGRtvll4PDpMP3MnFDwAxgcshXX2tlJ6ThmFMlkMqpQDdYWX8S0U3EF4NLiWk_dTdwbX2isbWKfACyQoR3GGLRGw/s1800/Best_couple_gf.webp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1800&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1200&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlE6FX6Tdb0UOIQUt4Auqpkm-wt16zzilQzf1YXDUErDbqqyEG7Qi9ywkxROnH83vv_1GqsvOvVaO-adWt8R_tMuJJQGgtpbsNKbqqGRtvll4PDpMP3MnFDwAxgcshXX2tlJ6ThmFMlkMqpQDdYWX8S0U3EF4NLiWk_dTdwbX2isbWKfACyQoR3GGLRGw/w266-h400/Best_couple_gf.webp&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived two beautiful friends in a town. They were very much fond of love and affection. She walked into the café, her presence lighting up the room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;He froze, coffee cup halfway to his lips, mesmerized by her smile. She caught him staring and blushed, quickly looking away. Gathering courage, he approached her table, heart pounding.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t mind if I sit here? he asked, voice shaking slightly. She smiled, gesturing to the empty chair, “Please do.&quot; They talked for hours, discovering how much they had in common.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;When they left, they exchanged numbers with promises to meet again. Years later, the café became the spot where he proposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Love, they always said, began with a single glance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/8422301913671950832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/8422301913671950832?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/8422301913671950832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/8422301913671950832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/12/love-at-first-sight-cute-love-story.html' title='Love at First Sight - Cute Love Story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlE6FX6Tdb0UOIQUt4Auqpkm-wt16zzilQzf1YXDUErDbqqyEG7Qi9ywkxROnH83vv_1GqsvOvVaO-adWt8R_tMuJJQGgtpbsNKbqqGRtvll4PDpMP3MnFDwAxgcshXX2tlJ6ThmFMlkMqpQDdYWX8S0U3EF4NLiWk_dTdwbX2isbWKfACyQoR3GGLRGw/s72-w266-h400-c/Best_couple_gf.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-9069804548711826227</id><published>2025-03-10T23:01:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2025-03-10T23:01:49.925+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True Love Story to tell your girl friend"/><title type='text'>True Love Story to tell your girl friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZrhfgIzPW0bNH_YosRphcq63-sGxKN4zUi6bTBw9bGvJJO62ggLvScXlYvTzz6J34G4rf6xr0tbYv8BBLQPnnkAEYFgfz15_Ccmy1OxSqVI6HzdFKg61K4EEJRCsZ729x_fWzLve4iOotWh41hB3cUSJR9PnXkCofqwNreCrjGZvfKdCPot1jzFndmo/s300/super-love-images.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;250&quot; data-original-width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;334&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZrhfgIzPW0bNH_YosRphcq63-sGxKN4zUi6bTBw9bGvJJO62ggLvScXlYvTzz6J34G4rf6xr0tbYv8BBLQPnnkAEYFgfz15_Ccmy1OxSqVI6HzdFKg61K4EEJRCsZ729x_fWzLve4iOotWh41hB3cUSJR9PnXkCofqwNreCrjGZvfKdCPot1jzFndmo/w400-h334/super-love-images.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;One upon a time a innocent boy was follows a girl. He was not able to express his love to her at any time. He wasn’t good with words, but he wanted her to know how much he loves her. But he was not able to met her. One day, he found her bag was with her bike. He just dropped a letter into her bag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;It was slipped from her bag and on the bike. She found this piece of paper. It wasn&#39;t long but few sentences was written with care. I don’t know how to say this out loud, it began.&amp;nbsp; But you’ve made my world brighter, and I can’t stop thinking of you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Her heart raced as she read the words, tears forming in her eyes. She was not expecting these words are somebody going to explain to her. She wanted to know who is the person who really loves her. When she looked up, he was standing there, nervously fidgeting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Is it true? she asked, holding up the letter. Tell me is it true? I can&#39;t believe it. Please say no. He nodded, and she smiled, whispering, I feel the same. The letter became their beginning, and love filled the spaces between. Boy hugs her tightly and said I love you. Girl smiled and said I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/9069804548711826227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/9069804548711826227?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/9069804548711826227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/9069804548711826227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/03/true-love-story-to-tell-your-girl-friend.html' title='True Love Story to tell your girl friend'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZrhfgIzPW0bNH_YosRphcq63-sGxKN4zUi6bTBw9bGvJJO62ggLvScXlYvTzz6J34G4rf6xr0tbYv8BBLQPnnkAEYFgfz15_Ccmy1OxSqVI6HzdFKg61K4EEJRCsZ729x_fWzLve4iOotWh41hB3cUSJR9PnXkCofqwNreCrjGZvfKdCPot1jzFndmo/s72-w400-h334-c/super-love-images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-575726237799660814</id><published>2025-03-10T22:48:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2025-03-10T22:48:47.955+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Love Story for Her"/><title type='text'>Romantic Love Story for Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time a boy used to talk with her friend by phone. They were friends for more than a decade. They hadn’t spoken in years, their lives drifting apart. Once they both went to a book shop separately. It was so crowded. Boy went inside and started reading a novel book. A long time stands and he found some space to seat for a moment. Now fate brought them back together at this bookshop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCCXQzS3dq66iFcwKtzd2fh5j6VizfcBvgwhNgwQ9lbHXVJvTKg0S78OTNkei2PDFhEtcaKoKwkDjua33MRtJVY_3BCdxkO2Fr5sTihBstilDcYrFHjUOYe-TwuDnJVfanwmQcpO9E9uODfve9LzqnOxJ0eK0Hn-M_QwTynHg1X9hqvN3Rjo72k2ha0c/s488/boy-and-girl-sitting-in-folding-chairs-while-playing-cards-on-sidewalk.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;488&quot; data-original-width=&quot;366&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCCXQzS3dq66iFcwKtzd2fh5j6VizfcBvgwhNgwQ9lbHXVJvTKg0S78OTNkei2PDFhEtcaKoKwkDjua33MRtJVY_3BCdxkO2Fr5sTihBstilDcYrFHjUOYe-TwuDnJVfanwmQcpO9E9uODfve9LzqnOxJ0eK0Hn-M_QwTynHg1X9hqvN3Rjo72k2ha0c/w300-h400/boy-and-girl-sitting-in-folding-chairs-while-playing-cards-on-sidewalk.jpg&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;The boy met her in the seating chair and talk with her. But he still reading romance novels? he asked, holding back a grin. She laughed, “And you’re still into thrillers, I see.”&amp;nbsp; Conversation flowed as if no time had passed at all. They choose to go for a coffee shop. They went there and ordered coffees. Over coffee, they talked about life, regrets, and second chances.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;I never stopped loving you, he confessed softly. Her hand covered his, a tear escaping her eye. Neither did I, she replied, her voice trembling with emotion. She started crying and boy just hold her hands and said I love you. That day, they began writing a new chapter together. That is the best romantic story I have ever written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/575726237799660814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/575726237799660814?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/575726237799660814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/575726237799660814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/03/romantic-love-story-for-her.html' title='Romantic Love Story for Her'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCCXQzS3dq66iFcwKtzd2fh5j6VizfcBvgwhNgwQ9lbHXVJvTKg0S78OTNkei2PDFhEtcaKoKwkDjua33MRtJVY_3BCdxkO2Fr5sTihBstilDcYrFHjUOYe-TwuDnJVfanwmQcpO9E9uODfve9LzqnOxJ0eK0Hn-M_QwTynHg1X9hqvN3Rjo72k2ha0c/s72-w300-h400-c/boy-and-girl-sitting-in-folding-chairs-while-playing-cards-on-sidewalk.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-6025478879104861136</id><published>2025-03-09T00:14:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2025-03-10T22:49:49.763+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Love Story"/><title type='text'>Romantic Love story Heart touching</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Once a boy and a girl fell in love each other. One fine day she walked into the café, her presence lighting up the room. He froze, coffee cup halfway to his lips, mesmerized by her smile. She caught him staring and blushed, quickly looking away. Gathering courage, he approached her table, heart pounding.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbM2BgnuS5DXqiqPnTDVYvkj1NeJ4og1jVvIyjjg9LDtsCgQrg4glva7VrxRZEqmnfAW8MZEWycnIhNgt2MLP5PbaC4QHP-PpQGXt8VNOZUw8fMcsjN4mTTTmkLJp3jE8bMogSdfcK2wkBHerlDxbVS5DXs52ie31KRdN1405CYuvQ2wX9V6NycjLgkI/s630/8-romance-couple-photography.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;472&quot; data-original-width=&quot;630&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbM2BgnuS5DXqiqPnTDVYvkj1NeJ4og1jVvIyjjg9LDtsCgQrg4glva7VrxRZEqmnfAW8MZEWycnIhNgt2MLP5PbaC4QHP-PpQGXt8VNOZUw8fMcsjN4mTTTmkLJp3jE8bMogSdfcK2wkBHerlDxbVS5DXs52ie31KRdN1405CYuvQ2wX9V6NycjLgkI/w400-h300/8-romance-couple-photography.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, voice shaking slightly. She smiled, gesturing to the empty chair, “Please do.”&amp;nbsp; They just talk hours and there are so many things they started sharing each other. They discovering how much they had in common. Coffee came and they enjoyed each other. They wanted to go their respective works. When they left, they exchanged numbers with promises to meet again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Years later, the café became the spot where he proposed. Love, they always said, began with a single glance. Now they are together with a little cute baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/6025478879104861136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/6025478879104861136?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/6025478879104861136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/6025478879104861136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/03/cute-love-story-very-touching.html' title='Romantic Love story Heart touching'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbM2BgnuS5DXqiqPnTDVYvkj1NeJ4og1jVvIyjjg9LDtsCgQrg4glva7VrxRZEqmnfAW8MZEWycnIhNgt2MLP5PbaC4QHP-PpQGXt8VNOZUw8fMcsjN4mTTTmkLJp3jE8bMogSdfcK2wkBHerlDxbVS5DXs52ie31KRdN1405CYuvQ2wX9V6NycjLgkI/s72-w400-h300-c/8-romance-couple-photography.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-456373443033322362</id><published>2025-03-06T23:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2025-03-06T23:28:01.557+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unexpected Love Story Never Ending"/><title type='text'>Unexpected Love Story Never Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Once there lived one boy and a girl in a small town. They were best friends, nothing more or so they thought. One day they were together in a picnic party. He laughed at her terrible jokes, she teased him endlessly in the picnic. End of the day they went to their respective place. Next day they they try to met at a park but unfortunately boy didn&#39;t able to came there. Girl felt sorry and left her home without met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLBMwOW7RE9WXX3btLKiriAUVLmROd0PMlcnGRHXToCnrFXkXn-A7qd_9aGuptIyz2VQAg2CK4WZVxYzrttec9Y0_vr5H8GeRIJ1_1clEW-p-EJqI_zPKLkmGyOFG8SmVUE5sgkxDXa4NDJjyHrZej0JKhjrEvOAOmtmHzSBTkyEwdU0rE7whxROlqEo/s1920/love-kissing_105756459.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1200&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1920&quot; height=&quot;250&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLBMwOW7RE9WXX3btLKiriAUVLmROd0PMlcnGRHXToCnrFXkXn-A7qd_9aGuptIyz2VQAg2CK4WZVxYzrttec9Y0_vr5H8GeRIJ1_1clEW-p-EJqI_zPKLkmGyOFG8SmVUE5sgkxDXa4NDJjyHrZej0JKhjrEvOAOmtmHzSBTkyEwdU0rE7whxROlqEo/w400-h250/love-kissing_105756459.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;One stormy night, he showed up at her door, drenched. Why are you here? she asked, confused but concerned. I just realized, he said, breathless, I am sorry for that day. I was not able to see you. Please forgive me. Girl said just go to hell. I don&#39;t want to speak with you angrily. Boy said, you know I want to say that I am in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Her heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by his words. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, I feel the same. I am so sorry. That night, the rain became their witness, and friendship turned to love.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;It wasn’t planned, but sometimes the best things aren’t. They knew they had found their forever.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/456373443033322362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/456373443033322362?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/456373443033322362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/456373443033322362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/03/unexpected-love-story-never-ending.html' title='Unexpected Love Story Never Ending'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLBMwOW7RE9WXX3btLKiriAUVLmROd0PMlcnGRHXToCnrFXkXn-A7qd_9aGuptIyz2VQAg2CK4WZVxYzrttec9Y0_vr5H8GeRIJ1_1clEW-p-EJqI_zPKLkmGyOFG8SmVUE5sgkxDXa4NDJjyHrZej0JKhjrEvOAOmtmHzSBTkyEwdU0rE7whxROlqEo/s72-w400-h250-c/love-kissing_105756459.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-2622244242861817490</id><published>2025-03-06T23:18:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2025-03-06T23:18:53.815+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silent Love Story That Will Touch Your Heart"/><title type='text'>Silent Love Story That Will Touch Your Heart  </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;height: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnrKUnqhNxXf-PAmvzrK6VViQZhg9wvFaM-VusQi8nxaCAd97ayXhYjgIO7mWc3ClyW15vVNLUS5YZARbIyImkF27EVADTqStw7yyDJMUmYFsmpXgmsoAyfQjOBpCB6Mps5wVnJVkthqQLCUmL3BQFPFf6eXYUcgrB0XbB0cjCbARtArF0q1NzS2ktqs/s1600/Happy-Kiss-day-2016-shayari.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Silent Love Story That Will Touch Your Heart&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1200&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnrKUnqhNxXf-PAmvzrK6VViQZhg9wvFaM-VusQi8nxaCAd97ayXhYjgIO7mWc3ClyW15vVNLUS5YZARbIyImkF27EVADTqStw7yyDJMUmYFsmpXgmsoAyfQjOBpCB6Mps5wVnJVkthqQLCUmL3BQFPFf6eXYUcgrB0XbB0cjCbARtArF0q1NzS2ktqs/w400-h300/Happy-Kiss-day-2016-shayari.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Silent Love Story&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Once a boy felt in love with his teammate. He never said the words, but his actions spoke louder. He always brings snacks for her. She’d find her favorite snacks waiting on her desk. On bad days, he’d leave little notes with encouraging words for her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;When she got sick, he showed up with soup and a blanket. “I think he likes you,” her friends teased, but she wasn’t sure that he loves her or not. He always likes to bring something to her. Then one evening, he stood at her door, flowers in hand. “I’ve been trying to tell you something. I have no idea how to say it to you. He said nervously, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;She smiled, pulling him into a hug, I know that but I never expect that you can say it to me in my house. I love you too my dear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Sometimes, love doesn’t need grand gestures—just a kind heart and he had always been hers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/2622244242861817490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/2622244242861817490?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/2622244242861817490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/2622244242861817490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/03/silent-love-story-that-will-touch-your.html' title='Silent Love Story That Will Touch Your Heart  '/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnrKUnqhNxXf-PAmvzrK6VViQZhg9wvFaM-VusQi8nxaCAd97ayXhYjgIO7mWc3ClyW15vVNLUS5YZARbIyImkF27EVADTqStw7yyDJMUmYFsmpXgmsoAyfQjOBpCB6Mps5wVnJVkthqQLCUmL3BQFPFf6eXYUcgrB0XbB0cjCbARtArF0q1NzS2ktqs/s72-w400-h300-c/Happy-Kiss-day-2016-shayari.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-1807060592138229119</id><published>2025-02-16T23:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2025-02-16T23:05:02.730+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Love Story"/><title type='text'>Best Ever Romantic Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcZ-5FSvVlY-Y5X9fOTHLTgWBDgE2ZNdmVIk1-Mnmzg5eXix2WJHn5R6J7-whEDbk1gwgtW3dpOjVFi_SnnJ9tW03URyR0hPjrjqRTM9PwU0VQ_dsRsFfUpmFyd_AAUhSiM-6VmZLqE0vDy6WXd5YLGT8-7gsNnNXIEBqnmwGrWqlX0b7BxaSmeaGeqo/s630/8-romance-couple-photography.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;472&quot; data-original-width=&quot;630&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcZ-5FSvVlY-Y5X9fOTHLTgWBDgE2ZNdmVIk1-Mnmzg5eXix2WJHn5R6J7-whEDbk1gwgtW3dpOjVFi_SnnJ9tW03URyR0hPjrjqRTM9PwU0VQ_dsRsFfUpmFyd_AAUhSiM-6VmZLqE0vDy6WXd5YLGT8-7gsNnNXIEBqnmwGrWqlX0b7BxaSmeaGeqo/w400-h300/8-romance-couple-photography.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time a kind hearted boy met a beautiful girl in a coffee shop. She came with her sister and wanted to take popcorn and the boy was stood there. Accidentally her money fall down from her hand while paying for the popcorn. The boy took and gave to that girl. Girl just said thank you and boy said you are welcome. Before leave the coffee shop she just blinked her eyes at him. The boy handed over a piece of paper to her. He never said the words, but his actions spoke louder. She laughed and left the place.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica;&quot;&gt;She was in 12th standard and she’d find her favorite snacks waiting on her desk everyday.&amp;nbsp; One day boy leave a little notes with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica;&quot;&gt;encouraging words. Everyday the boy passed that college wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;ile he was going for his class. One day she got sick. He showed up with soup and some snacks. He also found a letter that get well soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica;&quot;&gt;The next day her friends teased her, I think he likes you but she was not sure. Then that day evening, flowers in his hand, he stood at her door. Her sister called him inside. He said nervously, I have been trying to tell you many times that I am in love with you and I love you. She smiled, pulling him into a hug, I know it and I love you too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica;&quot;&gt;Sometimes, love doesn’t need grand gestures, just a kind heart a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica;&quot;&gt;nd his had always been hers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/1807060592138229119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/1807060592138229119?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/1807060592138229119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/1807060592138229119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/02/best-ever-romantic-love-story.html' title='Best Ever Romantic Love Story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcZ-5FSvVlY-Y5X9fOTHLTgWBDgE2ZNdmVIk1-Mnmzg5eXix2WJHn5R6J7-whEDbk1gwgtW3dpOjVFi_SnnJ9tW03URyR0hPjrjqRTM9PwU0VQ_dsRsFfUpmFyd_AAUhSiM-6VmZLqE0vDy6WXd5YLGT8-7gsNnNXIEBqnmwGrWqlX0b7BxaSmeaGeqo/s72-w400-h300-c/8-romance-couple-photography.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-6277677480674415397</id><published>2025-02-16T22:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2025-02-16T22:38:55.876+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cute Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart touching love story for her"/><title type='text'>Heart touching love story for her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e5BxAG7Zq-W8fWXNA-UR6O8exZRMfD5JSfJsfXOUmuCztJnf-dQoMGfGVxrI2magJLzd63xFP8JvJhKtxCQwxlnkH2uiJtwZCcz8MqiCXIEQAS8Rp2cWPvL9QyvRwwg3cKXrBLEdpJ7-EopB9rhLg-x2JX9kJ8JYh8s8JXLLxajbpcQsMOgP816gHjw/s640/27-kissing-photography.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;640&quot; data-original-width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e5BxAG7Zq-W8fWXNA-UR6O8exZRMfD5JSfJsfXOUmuCztJnf-dQoMGfGVxrI2magJLzd63xFP8JvJhKtxCQwxlnkH2uiJtwZCcz8MqiCXIEQAS8Rp2cWPvL9QyvRwwg3cKXrBLEdpJ7-EopB9rhLg-x2JX9kJ8JYh8s8JXLLxajbpcQsMOgP816gHjw/s320/27-kissing-photography.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once there lived a poor boy in a village. He used to go school by lifting the cycle. One fine morning he found one cute girl in the his age and asked for lift. Girl helped him. While she was driving she asked him about his bio. Everyday they used to go by bicycle. Now they were best friends, nothing more.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Everyday they were on the cycle they both cracked jokes each other and one day he laughed at her terrible jokes, she teased him endlessly. One stormy night, he showed up at her door, drenched. “Why are you here?” she asked, confused but concerned. She never thought of this. He said, breathless, “I am in love with you.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Her heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by his words. She was not expected to listen this. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, “I feel the same.”&amp;nbsp; They laugh and rain poured. That night, the rain became their witness, and friendship turned to love. It wasn’t planned, but sometimes the best things are coming without giving any clue. They knew they had found their forever.&amp;nbsp; If you enjoy please comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/6277677480674415397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/6277677480674415397?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/6277677480674415397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/6277677480674415397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/02/heart-touching-love-story-for-her.html' title='Heart touching love story for her'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e5BxAG7Zq-W8fWXNA-UR6O8exZRMfD5JSfJsfXOUmuCztJnf-dQoMGfGVxrI2magJLzd63xFP8JvJhKtxCQwxlnkH2uiJtwZCcz8MqiCXIEQAS8Rp2cWPvL9QyvRwwg3cKXrBLEdpJ7-EopB9rhLg-x2JX9kJ8JYh8s8JXLLxajbpcQsMOgP816gHjw/s72-c/27-kissing-photography.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-85052823465962395</id><published>2025-01-27T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2025-01-27T11:53:43.929+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short and sweet love proposal story"/><title type='text'>Short and sweet love proposal story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;We met on an ordinary day, but there was nothing ordinary about the way you made me feel. From the very first moment, you were different—your smile, your laugh, the way you made the world seem brighter. I found myself drawn to you, like the moon to the tides. Every conversation with you felt like home, and every glance left my heart racing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYZFdfaD3o5bttQcsT-fp_-dJ51vdzwQF1R6r5oI1yZw2DuIp2OcAteBoOB5nRw1qtaEjlV2ZvmVH0krZPnlgvfaiiYsZYKghYyhIJIy6enOWy6M7eokbNzcp8UzRPkAPz5_8zXcGz08BHMDcUpBZvl830JcDs_DubjehrJofAS-gXU9uuzZ0fma9Ni8/s612/Cute_love_couples.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;408&quot; data-original-width=&quot;612&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYZFdfaD3o5bttQcsT-fp_-dJ51vdzwQF1R6r5oI1yZw2DuIp2OcAteBoOB5nRw1qtaEjlV2ZvmVH0krZPnlgvfaiiYsZYKghYyhIJIy6enOWy6M7eokbNzcp8UzRPkAPz5_8zXcGz08BHMDcUpBZvl830JcDs_DubjehrJofAS-gXU9uuzZ0fma9Ni8/w400-h266/Cute_love_couples.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I started noticing the little things—the way you tuck your hair behind your ear, the way your eyes sparkle when you’re excited, the way your kindness makes everyone around you feel special. Slowly but surely, you became the center of my world. I didn’t just want to share moments with you; I wanted to share a lifetime.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So, one evening, as the sun painted the sky in hues of gold and pink, I asked you to meet me at our favorite spot. My heart was pounding, but I knew this was it. With trembling hands and the biggest smile, I looked into your eyes—the eyes I wanted to wake up to every morning—and said, “You are my dream, my best friend, and the love of my life. Will you be mine forever?”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And when you smiled, tears glistening in your eyes, and said yes, the world stood still. In that moment, everything felt perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/85052823465962395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/85052823465962395?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/85052823465962395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/85052823465962395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/01/a-love-letter-to-girl-who-owns-my-heart.html' title='Short and sweet love proposal story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYZFdfaD3o5bttQcsT-fp_-dJ51vdzwQF1R6r5oI1yZw2DuIp2OcAteBoOB5nRw1qtaEjlV2ZvmVH0krZPnlgvfaiiYsZYKghYyhIJIy6enOWy6M7eokbNzcp8UzRPkAPz5_8zXcGz08BHMDcUpBZvl830JcDs_DubjehrJofAS-gXU9uuzZ0fma9Ni8/s72-w400-h266-c/Cute_love_couples.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-4135013259739161059</id><published>2025-01-27T11:44:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2025-01-27T11:44:37.969+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Our Unwritten Love Story That will Touch Your Heart"/><title type='text'>Our Unwritten Love Story That will Touch Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time, two souls wandered through life, unaware that destiny was crafting something extraordinary. You were living your beautiful life, shining like the brightest star, and I was quietly searching for a light like yours to guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Then, out of nowhere, we found each other. I remember the first time I saw you—time slowed, the world faded, and there was only you. My heart recognized you before my mind could, and I knew, in that moment, that my life would never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxaxgi5TrADCBd5W-i97feSahwkitlvtVtEPNynj2NUXyutHqeGIMR5s4RoU-rYGrwCQVIwCA6FkIJ4gqPk5hmhc1sFOyvcqt5JEciobV1h4ZTjarUPGFLaZyk2UuRhxgaqENYnAgCoCbBifrMj-Abc7bTmK3Kz7Kzq8Ete9AeW0FDnQ6RbB9eFQ8z0M/s540/true_love-4.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Our Unwritten Love Story&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;360&quot; data-original-width=&quot;540&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxaxgi5TrADCBd5W-i97feSahwkitlvtVtEPNynj2NUXyutHqeGIMR5s4RoU-rYGrwCQVIwCA6FkIJ4gqPk5hmhc1sFOyvcqt5JEciobV1h4ZTjarUPGFLaZyk2UuRhxgaqENYnAgCoCbBifrMj-Abc7bTmK3Kz7Kzq8Ete9AeW0FDnQ6RbB9eFQ8z0M/w400-h266/true_love-4.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Our Unwritten Love Story&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Every conversation, every laugh, every glance pulled me closer to you. You were like a mystery I wanted to spend forever unraveling, yet somehow, you already felt like home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;We didn’t fall in love; we grew into it. It was in the little moments—the way you smile when you’re shy, the way your eyes light up when you’re happy, and even the way you hold my hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;You’ve taught me that love isn’t about perfection—it’s about connection, understanding, and choosing each other every single day. And with you, that choice is effortless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Our love story is still being written, and that’s what makes it so beautiful. Every day with you is a new chapter, full of laughter, adventures, and the promise of forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So, here’s to us—to the story we’re creating, to the dreams we’ll chase, and to the life we’ll build together. You’re not just the love of my life; you’re the best part of my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/4135013259739161059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/4135013259739161059?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/4135013259739161059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/4135013259739161059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2025/01/our-unwritten-love-story-that-will.html' title='Our Unwritten Love Story That will Touch Your Heart'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxaxgi5TrADCBd5W-i97feSahwkitlvtVtEPNynj2NUXyutHqeGIMR5s4RoU-rYGrwCQVIwCA6FkIJ4gqPk5hmhc1sFOyvcqt5JEciobV1h4ZTjarUPGFLaZyk2UuRhxgaqENYnAgCoCbBifrMj-Abc7bTmK3Kz7Kzq8Ete9AeW0FDnQ6RbB9eFQ8z0M/s72-w400-h266-c/true_love-4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-9100788969872643010</id><published>2024-08-31T14:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2024-08-31T14:24:57.064+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cute Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cute Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short love story"/><title type='text'>Most read romantic short love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42LAFv5oBhyphenhyphenlGk-B4iypR7FI3sttJmAUs254422cgJYMWAAoGPOJ8ldebWTgZ2JE9IGRW-rUxEkxJseUmtMN2lQkytu9kqa7MUFuiaqr9ESDUtdQ4cRt7e0Oy6eU6cIeI039gnKHggkmVbC4oThM82RabwXRZtpSrPyOfQkz25fx4WIk4abV1gVQXpA8/s1680/love_story_.webp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1050&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1680&quot; height=&quot;250&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42LAFv5oBhyphenhyphenlGk-B4iypR7FI3sttJmAUs254422cgJYMWAAoGPOJ8ldebWTgZ2JE9IGRW-rUxEkxJseUmtMN2lQkytu9kqa7MUFuiaqr9ESDUtdQ4cRt7e0Oy6eU6cIeI039gnKHggkmVbC4oThM82RabwXRZtpSrPyOfQkz25fx4WIk4abV1gVQXpA8/w400-h250/love_story_.webp&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once there lived a boy and a girl in a small village. Their love was so bonded so no one can break it. Once they went to a park and started quarrel each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy told dear why are you saying like that. I am always with you. I am in love with you dear. Girl, you know the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me is YOU. I love you so much, babe!&lt;br /&gt;I am the luckiest man on earth to call you mine boy admits. You are such a precious treasure to me!&lt;br /&gt;In this chaotic world, your love is the shelter that I will always keep seeking. You make my life so much easier, darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, every time I look at you, I realize that this is the woman I want to spend my whole life with. You mean the world to me, sweetu. After that they hugged together and left the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/9100788969872643010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/9100788969872643010?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/9100788969872643010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/9100788969872643010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2024/08/most-read-romantic-short-love-story.html' title='Most read romantic short love story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42LAFv5oBhyphenhyphenlGk-B4iypR7FI3sttJmAUs254422cgJYMWAAoGPOJ8ldebWTgZ2JE9IGRW-rUxEkxJseUmtMN2lQkytu9kqa7MUFuiaqr9ESDUtdQ4cRt7e0Oy6eU6cIeI039gnKHggkmVbC4oThM82RabwXRZtpSrPyOfQkz25fx4WIk4abV1gVQXpA8/s72-w400-h250-c/love_story_.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-4362837049652120634</id><published>2021-12-16T23:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2021-12-22T22:45:57.563+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Love Stories"/><title type='text'>Favourite Sweet Love Story for Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;height: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQeanfXh6iNd6ygVTnKiVhbmnhc5dnWHHIKN3k3Ln0GQBKKjTMJsvNET1IRQEXRMKjMHl8cH_WtFvGYUlQFckcIwyEnnGwDM9emxVG3-VemFTU100q4HLRuRI-3UazYMbuarKyiRbRDw/s1600/1639677060907031-0.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;cute_love_letter&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQeanfXh6iNd6ygVTnKiVhbmnhc5dnWHHIKN3k3Ln0GQBKKjTMJsvNET1IRQEXRMKjMHl8cH_WtFvGYUlQFckcIwyEnnGwDM9emxVG3-VemFTU100q4HLRuRI-3UazYMbuarKyiRbRDw/w400-h213/1639677060907031-0.png&quot; title=&quot;Sweet_Love_Couples_letter&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a boy dating with his classmate. He was awesome and very cute boy. So everyone called him the chocolate boy. Everyone one loves him. One day he was talking with his girlfriend while talking the phone fell from hand and broken. Boy brought a new phone and it was around Rs. 45000.00.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;When he met his friend she told to give her treat in a big hotel for dinner. After sometimes they went to the a best hotel &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.theleela.com/&quot;&gt;Leela Palace&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href=&quot;https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Udaipur&quot;&gt;Udaipur&lt;/a&gt;. After dinner his girlfriend asked him how did you manage to come to the best hotel?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;How did you get money for it? Boy told my sweet heart you are most important for my life than anything. So I sold my mobile for you. Girl, you doffer I know you will do that. So I bought the same mobile for you. I love you yaar. Boy, I love you too my swetu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/4362837049652120634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/4362837049652120634?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/4362837049652120634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/4362837049652120634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2021/12/favourite-love-story-for-her.html' title='Favourite Sweet Love Story for Her'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQeanfXh6iNd6ygVTnKiVhbmnhc5dnWHHIKN3k3Ln0GQBKKjTMJsvNET1IRQEXRMKjMHl8cH_WtFvGYUlQFckcIwyEnnGwDM9emxVG3-VemFTU100q4HLRuRI-3UazYMbuarKyiRbRDw/s72-w400-h213-c/1639677060907031-0.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-1436082226196899096</id><published>2021-12-14T21:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2021-12-14T21:38:04.815+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Awesome Love Stories"/><title type='text'>Cute short high school love story - Awesome Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieDgDoHG8-Rjmu-fb8as77xxGRqptnwyu3uXI_EYdVcJr3SIsfsOiDZORZLdq6nbXP8exgjJZcT1Lb6NlOziq3togbbflrnFwdn-6quLwwmLv3eTZb_kAWi2NeJLQwa2-mZFo-rCs03UpGPSn8k08r9SN5IIrgMEq6rGQyN24YQ05XhhQ4A90u-Rs3=s311&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;high_school_love_story&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;175&quot; data-original-width=&quot;311&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieDgDoHG8-Rjmu-fb8as77xxGRqptnwyu3uXI_EYdVcJr3SIsfsOiDZORZLdq6nbXP8exgjJZcT1Lb6NlOziq3togbbflrnFwdn-6quLwwmLv3eTZb_kAWi2NeJLQwa2-mZFo-rCs03UpGPSn8k08r9SN5IIrgMEq6rGQyN24YQ05XhhQ4A90u-Rs3=w400-h225&quot; title=&quot;high_school_love_story&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;There was a boy studying in class twelvth. He was amazing and handsome boy. One day he was falling in love with a tenth class girl. She was so cute and sweet girl. She loves to sing and dance. But the boy never dance in his life. He love to see her dance always. He loves the girl so much but never told her that he was in love with her. One day he encourage her to dance in the annual programm. At last the girl dance with that annual programm. But boy was enjoying the dance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;He wanted to proposed her in the same night. He came to her and asked his girl do you&amp;nbsp; love me? Girl said are you mad? I don&#39;t love you. I am sorry. Saying this she went away. Boy became sad. His best friend said to him you know, falling in love is like jumping of a well. You see your brain says don&#39;t do it, you will die but your heart says don&#39;t worry you can fly. So don&#39;t worry. She will be back if your love is true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The next day school was holiday. The boy was sad and the next day school opens. He wanted to meet his girl. But unfortunately he didn&#39;t saw her. In the lunch time he found his girl was sitting alone and crying. The went to her and asked her what happened? Why do you cry? I am sorry if I say something wrong. Girl said its my fault. I am sorry, meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was choice but falling in love with you is completely out of my control. I can&#39;t control myself to leave you alone. Last two days I didn&#39;t ate anything because of you. I love you yaar. I can&#39;t live without you. I miss you yaar. Boy said I love you too and promise you will never miss me again. Love you so much. You are only mine. Boy shared his food and they ate the lunch together. Girl said I will stay with you always. It was a awesome moment of love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/1436082226196899096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/1436082226196899096?isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/1436082226196899096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/1436082226196899096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2021/12/cute-short-high-school-love-story.html' title='Cute short high school love story - Awesome Love Story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieDgDoHG8-Rjmu-fb8as77xxGRqptnwyu3uXI_EYdVcJr3SIsfsOiDZORZLdq6nbXP8exgjJZcT1Lb6NlOziq3togbbflrnFwdn-6quLwwmLv3eTZb_kAWi2NeJLQwa2-mZFo-rCs03UpGPSn8k08r9SN5IIrgMEq6rGQyN24YQ05XhhQ4A90u-Rs3=s72-w400-h225-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-3595327461782925995</id><published>2021-12-14T21:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2021-12-14T21:08:48.846+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Infinity Love Story"/><title type='text'>Sweet Infinity Love Story - Cute Love Story - Real Life Story </title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhGKrfg6LULb4SygNYOeUkJtEdypYfM7xPeymvDBcMni9C9WSgiKaUGXg_Yw6-oLvsRKHBOwlwskq7mTPSwx74Y_ni4rHR5fY2NER8slnIiHqj-7ZF3Ifb4_BFv5gLrml6zepAliBymJLtWIVjkdZLBeuB1ME0uHmCDVQBJhIV_6ZWXk-b7cdHBj7M=s736&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;552&quot; data-original-width=&quot;736&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhGKrfg6LULb4SygNYOeUkJtEdypYfM7xPeymvDBcMni9C9WSgiKaUGXg_Yw6-oLvsRKHBOwlwskq7mTPSwx74Y_ni4rHR5fY2NER8slnIiHqj-7ZF3Ifb4_BFv5gLrml6zepAliBymJLtWIVjkdZLBeuB1ME0uHmCDVQBJhIV_6ZWXk-b7cdHBj7M=w400-h300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived a boy in a small town. He had a girlfriend who lived in nearby village. She was cute and very beautiful girl. She loves to eat ice creams and golgappa. One day evening the boy invited his girl to go for a date to the nearby coffee shop. Boy loves coffee but girl wanted to eat ice cream. They quarrel each other for getting first for their own things. At last boy said it&#39;s okay we will eat ice cream and then go to the beach. Girl agreed with the boy and then they went to the ice cream parlor and ate ice creams. They both enjoying the moments each other to taking ice creams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Sometimes later they went to the beach. They found a good bench to seat and they started talking about their love. The girl was so pretty and awesome in nature. She was very lovable and boy too. Girl admits can I ask you something? Boy said why not, you have all the rights to ask me. What ever you want you can ask?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Girl said I am sorry but how much do you love me? Boy said I can&#39;t explain it. But its infinity. Look up at the sky how the stars are smiling. Girl: Don&#39;t change the subject. Please let me know. Boy:Just do it! Girl: Alright! What am I looking at? Boy: Count how many stars there are. Girl: Its impossible to count. How should I count stars? Boy: So is the same explaining how much I love you. Girl: You are really so much of fun loving character. I love you so much. I want you in my whole life. Love you yaar. Boy - I love you too &lt;a href=&quot;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infinity&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;infinity&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/3595327461782925995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/3595327461782925995?isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/3595327461782925995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/3595327461782925995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2021/12/sweet-infinity-love-story-cute-love.html' title='Sweet Infinity Love Story - Cute Love Story - Real Life Story '/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhGKrfg6LULb4SygNYOeUkJtEdypYfM7xPeymvDBcMni9C9WSgiKaUGXg_Yw6-oLvsRKHBOwlwskq7mTPSwx74Y_ni4rHR5fY2NER8slnIiHqj-7ZF3Ifb4_BFv5gLrml6zepAliBymJLtWIVjkdZLBeuB1ME0uHmCDVQBJhIV_6ZWXk-b7cdHBj7M=s72-w400-h300-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-797990451138163533</id><published>2021-12-13T21:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2021-12-13T21:38:51.897+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cute Love story - SMS - Interesting Story"/><title type='text'>Long interesting stories for storytelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmfPZLpLEaOybIFNjJ3zCRCXYNcqBPZHQ7C2zNMCEJI31YJAcIbfvb59FnZ707EwMdPSysZFam1qMxuxY1pLUG5S1fQSf8iwOO_pcDf_6A9fJFDjxIRsRKsSTZCkpzeaRdI8rfGKI7g2TQPvYfvjUSmh1ftkWzcVWNCpiwyxV-AfOAyurbnU9KTT3D=s1516&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1516&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1000&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmfPZLpLEaOybIFNjJ3zCRCXYNcqBPZHQ7C2zNMCEJI31YJAcIbfvb59FnZ707EwMdPSysZFam1qMxuxY1pLUG5S1fQSf8iwOO_pcDf_6A9fJFDjxIRsRKsSTZCkpzeaRdI8rfGKI7g2TQPvYfvjUSmh1ftkWzcVWNCpiwyxV-AfOAyurbnU9KTT3D=w264-h400&quot; width=&quot;264&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived a boy in a small town. The boy used his scooty for his collage. One day evening he got repair his bike. He was on the way and met his best friend coming from the other side. She asked hey what was happened to your bike. Please give it to the garage and come with me. Boy said its okay dear. I would manage it. It will late please you go. Girl said no! You come with me and I will never leave you alone. Boy agreed and went to the mechanic and asked how much time to take it. The mechanic said tomorrow I will give it. Please give me at least 4 hours. The boy don&#39;t have any choice and came with his friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;On the way the girl asked to the boy -&amp;nbsp; Why did you avoiding me and not agreed to come with me? Boy said, you will be late so your parents will angry on you. Girl, no I think you don&#39;t want me? Can I ask you something. Ya sure said the boy. Girl - Am I pretty? Boy - No you are not pretty! Girl - Do you wanna love me? Boy - No, I don&#39;t love you. Girl - Do you live with me? Boy - I don&#39;t love you how could I live with you? Please stop this else I will get down and leave alone. Girl got hurt and started to cry. Boy just hold her from the back and said you are not pretty but beautiful. I don&#39;t want to live with you but live for you ever. I will never cry for you but I will die with your memory. I love you my dear. Girl said I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/797990451138163533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/797990451138163533?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/797990451138163533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/797990451138163533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2021/12/long-interesting-stories-for.html' title='Long interesting stories for storytelling'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmfPZLpLEaOybIFNjJ3zCRCXYNcqBPZHQ7C2zNMCEJI31YJAcIbfvb59FnZ707EwMdPSysZFam1qMxuxY1pLUG5S1fQSf8iwOO_pcDf_6A9fJFDjxIRsRKsSTZCkpzeaRdI8rfGKI7g2TQPvYfvjUSmh1ftkWzcVWNCpiwyxV-AfOAyurbnU9KTT3D=s72-w264-h400-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-4955448106114215944</id><published>2021-07-26T23:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2021-07-26T23:09:08.818+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Cute Love Story"/><title type='text'>A cute love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A boy was felt love with his classmate. One day evening boy got a call from his gorl friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Hey, hun!&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: I missed you at school today. Why weren’t you there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Yeah, I had to go to the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Oh really? Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Oh, nothing. Just some annual shots, that’s all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: So what did you guys do in Math today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: You didn’t miss anything that great, just a lot of notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Okay, good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Hey, I have a question to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Okay, ask away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: How much do you love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: You know I love you more than anything in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Why did you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: *silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Is something wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: No. Nothing at all. Um. How much do you care about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: I would give you the world in a heartbeat if I could.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/4955448106114215944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/4955448106114215944?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/4955448106114215944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/4955448106114215944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2021/07/a-cute-love-story_26.html' title='A cute love story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsv_lmWVU_coKjAPks7FRlrIBG76i8x3GualCHIDFO7tOjOh-JOB3v2_uP_-xCH1MmZSfvgipvQ1jOzXnq7jUxC3xjurZzJ_rzazMBnvMkhck4CbCLA9HuX8pVKZUlFsP_mbY-GX69nAA/s72-c/1627321142067013-0.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-6391894146529612610</id><published>2021-07-18T00:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2021-07-22T10:42:25.854+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True life heart touching love story"/><title type='text'>True life heart touching love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;This is true to be honest that I am 16 years old! and people are always telling me that i am too young to love!! I am gonna prove them wrong! I am in love with someone that i love so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8BIkmriAPShuMzyNRGIXJho3e8FMhXSGZ0mEvtD7j3huQaVZNk7VsmIoSwmrXChie1MLmHU7jPA7et_tg-ybtpCqfUT8bC17A_4vSk9GbqO0mcDqLKSHnzbBpSI34ze2DGv_vHZzYFA/s678/images+%252814%2529.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;678&quot; data-original-width=&quot;452&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8BIkmriAPShuMzyNRGIXJho3e8FMhXSGZ0mEvtD7j3huQaVZNk7VsmIoSwmrXChie1MLmHU7jPA7et_tg-ybtpCqfUT8bC17A_4vSk9GbqO0mcDqLKSHnzbBpSI34ze2DGv_vHZzYFA/s320/images+%252814%2529.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;When he looks into my eyes i know that he is true! He is so good to me. I do not know where i would be if he hadn&#39;t come in to my life! Kenny has always been there for me and every time i am lying on the bed or couch with him he just has this look in his eyes! the look of love! I try every day to show him how much he means to me and that I will never let him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;When our eyes met, I see his eyes, the eye balls, the dark portion of his eyes. I can see directly to his heart through his eyes. I always think of him and think to ask many questions. I want to express my love with words to him. But when I look into his eyes, I melt in it. I am lost, my existence is lost. I am no where. All the questions seem meaningless and all the words seem meaningless. We talk the language of heart through eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;He is the type of person that i want to marry! Him and i have talked about it and i think him and i will make it! we have been through tough times and we have pulled ourself out of it! we are open and loving! We will last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/feeds/6391894146529612610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8202841257162010528/6391894146529612610?isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/6391894146529612610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202841257162010528/posts/default/6391894146529612610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovablearticle.blogspot.com/2021/07/true-life-heart-touching-love-story.html' title='True life heart touching love story'/><author><name>Rashmi Mishra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773574679656597090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8BIkmriAPShuMzyNRGIXJho3e8FMhXSGZ0mEvtD7j3huQaVZNk7VsmIoSwmrXChie1MLmHU7jPA7et_tg-ybtpCqfUT8bC17A_4vSk9GbqO0mcDqLKSHnzbBpSI34ze2DGv_vHZzYFA/s72-c/images+%252814%2529.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202841257162010528.post-5861453067851184331</id><published>2021-07-11T10:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2021-07-12T10:32:58.734+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Love Story of a Young Girl and a Prince"/><title type='text'>A Love Story of a Young Girl and a Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In ancient china, It was tradition that if prince has to be married before he can become crowned emperor. There was a prince who was about to be crowned. So he needed to find a young woman whom he could trust and get married to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there was a who had to be crowned in few days so Prince decided to summon all the young women from his kingdom in order to find most worthy candidate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was an old lady who used to serve at palace. When heard the news she got sad because she knew her daughter nurtured a secret love for prince. After getting home she told her daughter about it. Her daughter decided that she would go to palace. Old lady got worried after knowing her decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old lady said to her daughter, “What will you do there?? There will be all beautiful and rich girls from kingdom will be present there..”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daughter replied, “Mother I know i won’t be chosen but it’s my only chance to spend time with prince and that makes me happy. I will go to palace tomorrow.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day when young girl reached palace, she saw young women from all around kingdom were present there wearing beautiful cloths and jewelry, prepared to do anything to seize this opportunity to marry prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In presence of all members of court and girls prince announced a challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, “I will give you each a seed. After six months time, young woman who brings me the loveliest flower will be my wife and future empress.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All girls took seed and left. Poor young girl also took her seed and planted it in a pot. She nurtured and took care of it with love. She believed that her love is true and flower will grow as large as her love for prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl saw that no shoot appeared even after three months have passed and nothing had grown in her pot. Young girl consulted farmers, peasants but nothing happened. With each days he felt that her dream have moved father away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last six months were over and still nothing had grown in that pot. She knew she had no flower to show still she decided to go back to palace with that pot. She reached palace on final day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On final day all court member and girls arrived. She saw that all other candidates had wonderful results and each one had lovely flower, she was the only one holding a flowerless pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, prince entered courtroom and inspected all candidates pot and announced result. He chose Servant’s daughter poor young girl as his would be wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All other girls present there got angry and protested that she had nothing in her pot and prince had chosen someone who had not managed to grow anything at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prince calmed them down and explained the reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prince said, “This young woman was the only one who cultivated the flower that made her worthy of becoming the empress: the flower of honesty. All the seeds I handed out were sterile and nothing could ever have grown from them.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should not feel Disappointed if Things doesn’t go Way we think it should be. 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