Hello my Lovelies ~~

So Here i am with my first Novel

This Novel is all about some short stories and Romance with no LGQBT.

well i wanted to try something new so why not ?

so that's it please support my Novel..guys...

let's get it

What is love ?

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” – Robert A. Heinlein

“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.” – James Baldwin

Hmm~~

Let's see

Is it always about Caring , pampering, romantic walks and talk, long drives , cosy dinner,dates , holding hands , cuddles , hugs and sex ?

Is that love ?

Well~~

If you ask me i won't say that's love you know....

YES I agree these are some of the elements in love ....

but NOT exactly LOVE.

BECAUSE

Love is when two people touch each other 's soul

Love is Honesty

love is mutual Respect

Love is reaching your goals together

Connection of two hearts

Love is also about growing, maturity, understanding each other,

sorting out the problems each other and not giving up,

accepting each other with their own flaws and supporting & helping them to overcome it.

“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And remember one thing.....in a relationship if you are only one who is in your comfort zone...but not the vice versa...then trust me... that love is bound to break. 💔

Oh my my did i forget to say the most essential element of love ?

My bad ~ my bad~

Well that's TRUST...yup you read it correct trust.... because grave that in you mine for forever and ever....

A relation without Trust can never be considered as love ...

no matter what the relationship is

sibling-sibling

husband-wife

parent-children

teacher-student

friend-friend

or so on...

A relation without trust is bound to break no matter how much you try ...

Aish.... seems like i again started with my philosophy kind of lecture huh ??

My~ my~

Well then let's start with our story ok ?

A journey of Linnea Von and Pradyumna Das

A journey where both of them belong to different worlds , which are at the end created by humans only ....

where if someone stays in the richness of the villas then the other has to do immense labour to live a normal life ....

where if one is never in short of variety of foods and meals the other has to sometimes sleep empty stomach or has to think will they be even have a full meal the next day ?.....

They will have to fight for their love , to stay together...

But the question is will they be able to be together at the end ?

Will their love be strong enough to withstand all the obstacles?

And WIN in the end ....

hmmm~~

Let's see ~~

Shall we ?~~~

This is a story "THE RIDE FOR LOVE"




It is the year 1970, when Linnea Von , a 20-year-old student of a Swedish well known family, travels to India to get a portrait made by a gifted artist. The artist was born into a poor Indian family of the lowest caste, also known as the “untouchables.” Despite the incredibly difficult circumstances, the artist named Pradyumna Das had gained an outstanding reputation for being a gifted painter. His reputation led linnea Von to travel all the way to India to get her portrait done.

But who knows what Fate has planned for them ??~~

By the time the portrait was finished, the two had fallen in love. Pradyumna was fascinated with Linnea ’s beauty. Never before had he seen a more beautiful woman from the Western world. He gave his best to capture all her beauty in the portrait, yet never fully succeeded. Nonetheless, the portrait was magnificent and Linnea fell for his simplicity and his beautiful character. Because of him, she spontaneously decided to stay longer in India. Out of a couple of days became weeks and then even months. The two had fallen so deeply in love that they decided to get married according to traditional Indian rituals.

But nothing lasts forever ♾️~~~

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Unfortunately, the time came when Linnea had to leave again in order to complete her studies in London. Thousands of miles separated the two but their feelings for each other never changed. They stayed in contact through letters, which they exchanged almost weekly with each other. Naturally, the newlyweds terribly struggled with the great distance between each other. Linnea offered her husband to buy him air tickets, which he refused. He had not only decided to complete his studies first, but he had also set his mind on reuniting with the love of his life on his own terms. He even made her the promise that he would do anything he can to see her again.

Will he be able to keep his promise ?~~

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After Pradyumna had finished his studies, he took all his possessions and sold them. Unfortunately, the money he earned didn’t even come close to a flight ticket. All he could afford was a cheap and used bicycle. Many would have been greatly disappointed, some would have even given up. But not Pradyumna. Instead of allowing the difficult circumstances to stop him from seeing his beloved wife again, he met the decision to use what he had in order to see her again. Nothing could stop him from reuniting with his wife, even if that meant an exhausting bicycle ride half around the world.

Quite determined he is , isn't He?~~~

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His decision was the beginning of a bicycle journey from India to the Western world. Pradyumna took all his paintings and brushes along with him in order to financially support his endeavor. His voyage led him through eight countries and took more than four months. But

he never stopped, no matter how much big the hurdles were he kept going , saying in his my always " i can do it " , "Today is my day" , "it IS possible" and so on.

And eventually, he arrived at Linnea ’s hometown in Sweden and finally saw her again.

And From then on, the two did never leave each other’s side for too long.

And that was the Love story of the Two ~~

Linnea Von and Pradyumna Das

A story of little sacrifices, lots of tests of patience, and TRUST ~~

Trust that "yeah he will come for me "," yeah he is coming for me"

Trust like "yeah she is waiting for me"~~

And DETERMINATION ....

So with this i would like to end this story ~~

So let's again meet in the next story~~

Till then ~

BYE BYE 👋👋

“Honey, would you like more wine? Just a little bit? You know We can always open another. After all It’s not every evening we get to enjoy one of your succulent roasts, is it? And with potatoes gravy, no less. You know they’re my favorite. 

You spoil me, you always have. I honestly don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.  I’m just so glad I did whatever it was, and just know I would do it again if it meant another lifetime to spend with you.”

Benjamin Carter poured what was left into his glass, one of a set of Riedel hand-blown crystal they’d treated each other on their 45th wedding anniversary. He swirled the leggy rich red between his fingertips to release its essence and dipped his nose to enjoy the transcendent waft of another time. 

He closed his eyes to drift for just a moment, for when he opened them, he was precisely where he wanted to be, with his darling Charlotte, the love of his life and, gods be good, his wife. She was his, and he was hers. He was blessed, and knew it.

Benjamin was feeling playful. He pointed across the room.

“See your vase in the corner there? Remember that day? I do, just as if it were yesterday. If I hadn’t accidentally stumbled upon it, I may have never known it existed. Serendipity, sweet one. To this day, it is one of my most prized possessions, made with your own two hands. Nothing compared to you, of course. Nothing could be. Ah, why are you blushing? It’s not the first time I’ve said it.

“Here, I'll clean up. You relax, leave it all to me.” 

A large crowd had gathered at the Auction House of Half Moon Bay. The advertisements had run for months that abandoned storage units were ripe for auction and plentiful due to rising costs. This was Auction Day.  

There was a growing community of professionals in the area who made their living picking at the abandoned leftovers of others' lives.  They prided themselves on being practiced in the art of reading people, their surroundings and, most important, the bidding process.  They all shared one thing; a desire, quest really, to discover the mother lode of treasures just waiting behind one of those steel roll-ups.

“All right, citizens, gather around. We’re about to get started. Get your cash out and your biddin’ hand, or whatever you got, a’limber. 

First, I’d like to introduce Henry Jones. You all know him as the owner of Jones Storage Depot and he’s gone a long way to make this auction possible. Let’s give him a hand.”

Henry Jones, a modest-looking man in thick glasses, a tie and vest, raised his hand in welcome to a spattering of claps and whistles.

The serious bidders, as usual, hung back and at the fringes of the crowd, while the amateurs flocked in the middle ground, full of nerves, giggles and beer. 

“So, assuming you’ve all had a tour of the facilities, are we ready to start the bidding?  Well then, let’s not dally any longer. We’re going to start with Locker Number 129. Locker 129.  Let’s start the bidding at 10. Can I get . . .”

When the professional auctioneer begins his chant, it is impossible for the human ear to keep up. Individual words are lost within the frightening speed of a melodic tidal wave, though you may discern an occasional “I have” or a “Can I get.” 

The auctioneer must also possess a well-honed clairvoyant eye that enables instant recognition and acknowledgement of the most subtle signals – a wink, a wave, the wiggle of a finger, a one syllable “hey,” any twitch that could constitute the exchange of months of a man’s wages for a hope and a dream, all at lightning speed.