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Love Through the Hotel Room Door — Short Story

  Love Through the Hotel Room Door — Short Story Aditi was staying alone in a quiet Dehradun hotel. Every night at 2 AM , like clockwork, there came a knock on her door. Not loud. Not frightening. Just… gentle. Almost hesitant. For days she ignored it. But one night, unable to sleep, she finally whispered, “Who’s there?” A pause. Then a deep, tired voice said, “I can’t sleep… can you talk to me?” A stranger. A man with insomnia . Standing on the other side of her door. They never crossed the barrier between them. They just talked—about life, fears, dreams, loneliness— Two souls meeting in the silence of the night. And somehow, those conversations became the safest part of her day. When her stay ended, she checked out with a strange heaviness in her heart. As she stepped into the lobby, she froze. A man stood there… waiting. Eyes tired, smile soft. Aditya . The stranger behind the door. Her 2 AM comfort. The man she trusted without ever seeing his face. ...
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The Secret Bride — Short Story

  The Secret Bride — Short Story Aditi had loved Aditya with a devotion that could move mountains. So when they secretly married in college—under the soft glow of a temple lamp , with trembling vows and stolen kisses—she believed their love was unbreakable. But the very next week… he vanished. No calls. No explanations. Only a single message: “I’m sorry.” Those two words shattered her. Aditi rebuilt herself slowly—burying memories, burying pain. Years later, she walked into a business conference , confident and composed… until her gaze collided with the one pair of eyes she had spent years trying to forget. Aditya. He looked older, sharper, burdened. And standing beside him—holding his arm—was his fiancée. Aditi’s world froze. But Aditya’s eyes didn’t leave her for even a second. That night, he showed up at her door. Rain dripping from his shirt. Guilt dripping from his silence. “Aditi…” his voice cracked. “We need to talk.” “There’s nothing left,” she whispe...
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The Girl Who Forgot Him — Short Story

  The Girl Who Forgot Him — Short Story The beeping of machines echoed in the hospital room as Aditi slowly opened her eyes. Her world felt blurry, empty… like pages torn from a diary. A man sat beside her, eyes red, fingers trembling as he held her hand. “ Aditi… ” he whispered, voice breaking. She flinched and pulled her hand away. “Who are you?” she asked, fear rising in her chest. Aditya froze. The doctor stepped forward. “Mrs. Rathore, you’ve suffered selective amnesia . Some memories—especially emotional ones—may be missing.” Aditi’s eyes darted back to the man. He looked shattered. Destroyed. Yet he didn’t speak. Because he couldn’t. If he told her the truth—that he was her husband , the man she had once loved beyond measure—the doctor feared it would shock her fragile mind. So Aditya simply nodded and stepped back. That night, Aditi watched him from her bed. He sat outside her room as if guarding her from the world. He looked like someone who had lost ev...
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Lost Rings, Lost Love (Short Story)

  Lost Rings, Lost Love The resort was huge—white marble floors, blooming bougainvillea, fairy lights everywhere. But Aditi couldn’t see any of it. Because she had lost her engagement ring . “Great. Just great,” she muttered, searching under the lounge chairs, behind flower pots, even in the pool area. “Looking for treasure?” a voice came from behind. She turned—and there he was. Tall, unfairly handsome, with messy hair and a smirk that instantly annoyed her. Aditya. A stranger… unfortunately, a very observant one. “What did you lose?” he asked. “Nothing you can help with,” she snapped. He grinned. “Challenge accepted.” Before she could protest, he started helping her search— in his own strange ways. He made her crawl under tables. Check the sandpit. Even inspect a couple’s dog because “maybe he swallowed something shiny.” “Why are you doing this?” she asked, out of breath. He shrugged. “You look like you need someone.” “I have someone,” she said sharply, showin...
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THE CONTRACT WIFE — Short Story

  THE CONTRACT WIFE — Short Story ✨ Aditi didn’t choose this marriage. Aditya didn’t want it. But the deal was simple— She becomes his wife for one year. In return, her father’s drowning company would be saved from bankruptcy. No love. No expectations. Just signatures. On their wedding night, Aditya handed her a thin file. “ This marriage is a contract, Aditi. Nothing more. I expect you to keep your distance.” Aditi nodded quietly. She didn’t expect anything anyway. Their days became routine: Silence at breakfast, silence at dinner, silence in the mansion filled with marble and emptiness. Aditya never raised his voice… but he never smiled either. 🔥 The First Attack One rainy night, Aditi was returning from her evening walk when a car sped toward her—fast. Too fast. She froze. The headlights swallowed her. Suddenly a strong arm yanked her back. She crashed into a hard chest. Aditya. His breath was harsh, angry, terrified. “ Are you insane?! Why were you ...
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A Love Hidden in Emails — Short Story

  A Love Hidden in Emails — Short Story Aditi had never felt this nervous walking into a new office before. New corporate job . New city . New people. A heart still recovering from old wounds. On her first day, her hands shivered so much she dropped her ID card twice. But then the first email arrived. From: AnonymousSender Subject: You’re doing your best. That’s enough. “The first day is never easy. But you survived it, and that’s the bravest thing.” Aditi stared at the screen, surprised, comforted, almost emotional. Someone had noticed her struggle. But who? ☕ Day after day… The emails continued. Short. Encouraging. Like someone was silently watching over her, making sure she didn’t break. On days she felt overwhelmed with deadlines, she would find: “Breathe, Aditi. The world isn’t falling apart.” On days she felt lonely: “You are not invisible.” Nobody at work was that kind—not her colleagues, and definitely not her boss , Aditya Khanna . Aditya: the coldes...
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📸 Photograph of a Stranger — Short Story

  📸 Photograph of a Stranger — Short Story It began with a mistake. Or maybe… fate. 1. The Camera in the Taxi Aditi had barely stepped out of the taxi when she noticed something on the seat—a black DSLR camera , old but beautifully kept. She picked it up, hoping the driver would return. He drove away. She sighed. Fine. I’ll find the owner. Curiosity tugged at her fingers. She switched on the camera. And froze. Photo after photo— malls, streets, cafés, bus stands … all showed the same girl . Always from far away. Always unposed. Always unaware. Creepy. But when she reached the last picture— her breath hitched. Because the final photograph… was of her. Taken yesterday. At the exact moment she had stepped out of a bookstore—smiling at something on her phone. A cold shiver crawled down her spine. Who took this? Why me? Am I being followed? She checked the camera settings. A name flashed on the screen: “ A.R. – Photography .” 2. The Photographer She trac...
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THE MAN WHO HATED LOVE — Short Story

  THE MAN WHO HATED LOVE — Short Story Aditya Malhotra never believed in love. He used to say it openly— “ Emotions make you weak . And I don’t do weak.” After his fiancée betrayed him for money, something inside him died. He became colder… harder… untouchable. So when his family forced him to marry a simple, middle-class girl, Aditi Sharma , he made sure the contract was clear. Clause No. 1 : No expectations. Clause No. 2 : No emotional involvement. Clause No. 3 : No love. Aditi had quietly signed it. Because staying in his house was not her dream—paying off her father’s debts was. The Marriage Without a Heart Their wedding was quiet, awkward, and distant. Aditya didn’t even touch her during rituals. Aditi didn’t complain. The first night, he handed her a copy of the contract. “Follow these rules, and we’ll never have a problem.” She looked at him calmly and nodded. “Main koi problem nahi banungi, Aditya ji .” Something in her eyes—soft, clear, honest—unsettle...
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Love in the Accident Report (Short Story)

  Love in the Accident Report Aditi had always been careful on the roads. But that morning, the universe had different plans. The moment she turned the corner near the flower market , a man suddenly stepped out of a cab. She tried to brake—too late. THUD. He fell, Aditi gasped, and her scooter screeched to a stop. “Oh my God! I’m so, so, so sorry!” she rushed to him, shaking. The man sat up, blinking slowly. “I—I think I’m fine,” he murmured. “No! You’re getting checked. I’m not responsible for a murder today.” She dragged him—almost forcefully—to the nearby clinic. The doctor frowned. “ Minor concussion . Temporary memory confusion. Someone needs to keep an eye on him for 24–48 hours.” Aditi’s eyes widened. “Me?” The man smiled faintly, almost amused. “Looks like you’re stuck with me.” The Guest She Never Asked For His name—according to the ID card in his wallet—was Aditya Singh Rathore . The name meant nothing to Aditi. She didn’t read business news. But the res...
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Stranger Behind the Curtain – (Short Story)

  Stranger Behind the Curtain – Short Story Aditi had always feared the stage. The trembling hands, the dry throat, the hundred eyes staring at her— all of it made her heart pound like thunder. But this year’s college festival had a rule: every student must participate. Her professor put her in the theatre group . Disaster. The first day of rehearsal, she stood frozen in the middle of the dim auditorium, staring at the empty seats like they were her enemies. “Can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice breaking. From behind the thick red curtain came a calm voice. “Take a deep breath.” Aditi blinked. “Who’s there?” “Doesn’t matter. Just… breathe.” His voice was soft, deep, steady—like someone who knew exactly how to calm storms. And somehow… she followed. Every day after that, when rehearsals ended and all students left, Aditi stayed back. And every day, from behind the curtain, the same anonymous voice guided her. “Lift your chin.” “Don’t look at the audience. Look...
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The Wrong Meeting – A Twist of Fate (Short Story)

  The Wrong Meeting – A Twist of Fate Dehradun – The Night That Changed Everything The hills glowed softly under fairy lights as Aditi twirled on the dance floor, laughing with her friends. Her best friend’s wedding was nothing less than a royal celebration—garlands of marigold hanging from every pillar, music echoing through the cool mountain air, and the sweet smell of rose petals drifting everywhere. Just when she picked up a plate of desserts, her phone buzzed. Papa (Caller ID) . Aditi sighed, walked to a quieter corner, and answered. “Papa, abhi shaadi chal rahi hai…” “ Haan, but listen, ” her father insisted. “ Woh ladka jisse humne tumhare liye dekha hai, he is in Dehradun right now. I want you to meet him—kal hi. Shaadi ke baad rukh jaana. ” Aditi’s expression stiffened. “Papa, please… I’m not ready for any arranged meeting.” “Aditi, sirf ek baar mil lo. Tumhari mummy ki kasam .” And that was it. She closed her eyes—defeated. The Wrong Room The next eveni...
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The Wrong Meeting (Short Story)

  Title: The Wrong Meeting The soft melodies of dhol and laughter filled the air as Aditi Khanna twirled around in her pastel lehenga, enjoying every moment of her best friend’s wedding in Dehradun . The cool mountain breeze carried the fragrance of jasmine and mehendi, and for once, Aditi felt completely free from deadlines, responsibilities, and the endless “rishta” talks at home. She was laughing with her friends when her phone buzzed. Papa calling. She sighed, stepping away from the crowd and answering, “Yes, Papa?” Her father’s warm but firm voice came from the other end. “Aditi, I’ve found a boy for you. A nice family, well-settled. Coincidentally, he’s also in Dehradun for some work. You can meet him tomorrow before coming back.” “What? Papa! I just came for the wedding, not to—” “No arguments, beta. You’ll just meet him once. I’ve already arranged the meeting at a restaurant near your hotel. I’m sending his photo to your WhatsApp .” “Papa!” she tried again, bu...
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