Romantic Short Stories: Life Is Not a Fairy Tale

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It’s Monday, and I’m here with yet another steaming shot of short love stories. Hope you’ll like it.

Title : Life is Not a Fairy Tale

Life was no less than a fairy tale for Meera up until her wedding. Her dreams shattered as she welcomed the bitter and the most traumatic truth of her life.

She still recalled how adamant she was to get married to Aryan, her friend’s elder brother. Unknown that their marriage was going to be the biggest disaster for her.

She couldn’t see the monster hidden underneath the pretty package. It was so easy for her to fall in love with tall and handsome Aryan, the owner of penetrating green eyes.

It had been three years now. Three years of her transformation from a careless impulsive rich spoilt brat to a diligent and responsible woman.

“Got to go now, Aryan will be home anytime.” Meera rose to her feet and stormed out of the glass door of Ella’s Beauty Salon.

“Wait up. Care to remove the curlers.” Ella shouted as she saw hurried Meera marching towards her car.

Ella was Meera’s friend and a beauty therapist. Meera met Ella when Aryan relocated from Hicksville to Sapphire Heights three years ago.

The relocation was initially for business purposes but later Aryan fell in love with the calm and serene Sapphire Heights, making the place their home.

Meera had no choice but to accept whatever Aryan imposed on her.

Driving back home in her luxurious Limo, Meera received Aryan’s text.

Meet me at sunset point.

“Sunset point, now…why?” Confused, she mumbled under her breath.

“We’re going to Sunset Point, Tim.” She told the driver as she removed the curlers from her hair, barely disturbing the tendrils of her long brown hair.

And the next moment, the black Limo raced up toward the northern end of the town.

Sunset Point was a spot located at a peaking height. Known as lover’s spot, Sunset Point was famous for giving a bird’s eye view of the entire town of Sapphire Heights.

Why he wants to meet me at Sunset Point, when there’s nothing romantic has left between us. The way he has treated me over the past three years, it’s ridiculous to meeting at a lover’s paradise.

Meera could see Aryan’s dominant silhouette in the evening sun. He was standing with his face towards the setting sun.

Meera walked towards him with slow baby steps. There was a soothing calm all around. The chirping birds played a love serenade. She could recall how she fell in love with Aryan.

She met Aryan on her friends’ Naina’s birthday and instantly fell in love with her best friend’s elder brother.

She never knew how dangerous it would be falling for a disciplined army man. Her life turned upside down when she married Aryan after a short courtship of two months.

She never expected Aryan would act like a ringmaster for her wife. She had to be on her toes all the time. Her waking, sleeping, lunch, dinner times were all set by Aryan.

“Hi,” a slow whisper escaped her lips as she neared him.

He turned around, a halo of sunlight kissing his evenly set honey-brown hair.

“Happy birthday, my wife.” He came close and held a blue velvet box to her.

“Birthday? Aw, shucks, I forgot it…”

“But, I remember.” He leaned closer and took out the diamond pendant from the box. “Shine like this always.”

She couldn’t work out how the dictator had transformed into a passionate lover overnight.

“What’s wrong? I mean why are you doing all this.”

“I’m sorry, precious, for being so rude to you all the time. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“What?” Her eyes narrowed.

“I know it’s overwhelming but I got to tell you this?” He looked in her eyes, sliding the necklace around her sculpted neck.

The touch of his fingers on the nape of her neck gave her goosebumps. She couldn’t resist but to look inside those green striking eyes.

“I wanted you to be a woman you are now. Smart, confident, disciplined, and strong.”

“And how can you say I’m the one…”

“See this…” Aryan handed Meera the offer letter from one of the biggest publishing houses in the States.

“I always wanted you to achieve your dreams. You were good at writing and I wanted you to follow your dreams. Something that’s not possible if you don’t bring a change about yourself.”

“But you never told me that you want me to write….”

“Some things are left unsaid.” Aryan kissed Meera’s long artistic fingers as the sun hid behind the clouds.

~End~

 

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Romantic Short Story: Her Sister’s Ex

Happy Monday! Folks.

It’s Monday and I’m here with yet another weekly shot of love short. This week’s romantic short story is about how love happens in the most unexpected circumstances. Enjoy!

Title: My Sister’s Ex

“Ok, so just because he’s your sister’s ex-fiancé, you will bury your feeling inside your heart.”

“Yeah, of course. I can’t afford to destroy my relationship with Tiara.”

“But, she has dumped him or vice versa. They are no longer together. So, it’s not unfair if you are searching your prospects with the same guy.”

“But, Tiara would never accept my relationship with Dev. She still thinks he’ll come back to her, apologize to her.”

“Apologize. For what?”

“She thinks she hasn’t done any wrong, and it was Dev whose idiosyncrasies led to the breakup. I think she still loves Dev.”

“This isn’t loving Jule. Love isn’t about taking your partner for granted. And, I think you know this better.”

Naomi’s words stirred Jules’ emotions for Dev. She knew what love was. And after that sizzling unforgettable night at Dev’s yacht, she knew she would never fall for any other guy like she had fallen for Dev.

While on the other hand, Dev thought that a twelve year age difference between him and his ex’s sister was something that couldn’t be ignored. He would never ask Jule to sacrifice her youth for a thirty-seven-year-old sailor who himself didn’t know where the tides would take him.

#

“Hey Julie, what a pleasant surprise?” Tiara hugged her younger sister before pulling her inside the house.

“Looks, like you’re going somewhere?” Jule surprisingly asked her sister.

“Yeah, Gage is coming to pick me up for a dinner date?”

“What?”

“Yeah, my cute lil sis, the filthy rich Gage Mansor of Reva Chain of Hotels was here last night. And we really had a cool time together, you know.” Tiara unrolled one tendril of her brown curls, her eyes shining mischievously.

Jules’ brow furrowed. “I can’t believe you. You just had a breakup.”

“Life’s all about moving on, darling, and the faster you do this the better your chances of winning the game.”

“And, what if Dev comes back.”

“I wish if he were.”

“I don’t get you, Tia.”

“I must say Dev was hot. He knows what a woman wants in bed. If he comes back I can’t miss the opportunity of spending a night or two with him.”

“You’re evil, Ti. You are gonna cheat both Dev and Gage.”

“Why not? Why should boys have all the fun?”

The honk of Gage’s Merc was loud enough to put a brake on the endless confrontation between Jule and Tiara.

“Gotta go now, sis. I think we need to talk about it later.”

#

Dev…Dev…

Jule couldn’t see Dev’s boat at the anchorage. She felt paralyzed realizing that Dev had already sailed away, but breathed back to life when his husky voice entered her ears.

“Hey, how are you.”

Romantic Short Story: My Sister's Ex, www.mariyamhasnain.comShe spun around. “Hey, I’m good. How are you?”

He shrugged his shoulders as his eyes crinkled under the blazing afternoon sun. “I’m okay. Not as good as I was that night.”

A blush rose to her cheeks thinking about the passion of that silent night. The night when they dissolved into each other in the middle of the ocean, on Dev’s yacht.

“Where’s your boat?”

“Shawn has taken it for a day. Got to propose his long-time girlfriend. And they want to do it on the waves, like us.”

Her gaze dipped to the shimmering sand bed. She scrunched her toes inhaling the woodsy fragrance of his cologne. He neared her and caged her tiny waist in his strong arms.

“I gotta tell you something about Tiara.” She looked in his eyes.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to suffer again. She’ll break your heart if you go back to her. She is planning to double cross you and her new boyfriend both.”

He cleared the stray strands of hair from her face pushing them back behind her ears.

“Are you ready to date a man who’s twelve years older than you, who goes where the waves take him?”

“You talk about dating when I’ve already fallen for a wayward sailor who’s a decade older than me.”

“Have you?” He lifted her chin up on his fingers.

“Yes, I have.”

~End~

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Romantic Short Story: The Bridesmaid

Hi Friends,

It’s Monday, and I’m here again with yet another heart-warming tale of love, romance, and happiness.

If you love outing at the beaches, I’m sure you’ll like today’s short love story set against the backdrop of a beach wedding.

See what happens when Katie Moss accidentally bumbs into her new boss, Jonathan Day, at her friend’s beach wedding.

The Bridesmaid

Have you ever thought about your own wedding?” Mom yelled folding my hot pants into a neat square.

“Mom, please. Not now.” My nose scrunched as I lay over my yellow bridesmaid’s dress on the iron table.

Today was my best friend’s Aanya’s wedding. I was so excited for the beach wedding that I was least interested in spoiling my mood. So, I just let go in front of mom.

“See, Anya that fat piglet is also getting married, and my slim and beautiful girl couldn’t bait a decent boyfriend.” Mom kept the folded clothes in the cupboard and started arranging the shoes, strewn all over on the carpet flooring.

Now, how could I tell mom for how long I had been eying my boss. The handsome and reserve Texas boy, Jonathan Day.

The first day I met him in the conference room, and he swept me off my feet. And, when I got to know I was appointed as a personal assistant to the new managing director of Hannah Cook Tours and Travels, I was all set to woo him.

But, all my efforts went in vain when the new appointee Ms. Tracy Elseworth started dropping into Jonathan’s cabin now and then.

The two had long meetings inside his closed cabin though I knew they were purely professional, and Jonathan only dictated press releases about the company’s new packages. However, I could smell something fishy brewing in between them. The way Tracy talked about Jonathan during our coffee or lunch breaks made me believe she was drooling over sexy and polite Jonathan.

“I’ll be late. Don’t wait for me for the dinner.” I put myself into the yellow sundress that snugly fitted onto my curves and scooted past mom. She was still busy in arranging my room.

I and mom stayed together in my two-bedroom apartment in the serene locality of Emerald Falls. My Dad left mom for his colleague when I was eight years old. Mom had some on and off flings during my growing up years, but she couldn’t adhere herself to anyone. Perhaps, the insecurity that a step parent could bring in always stopped mom from going forward in any of her relationships.

“It’s an afternoon wedding, isn’t it?” Mom shouted tailing me till the front door of my flat.

“Indeed it is but the wedding will be followed by a beach party and a reception at Tino’s. And I can’t come before Danny and Aanya leaves for the honeymoon. So, it will be late.”

“Tino’s, oh my, my. That plush restaurant on the Marina Beach.” Mom’s eyes widened with surprise.

“Yeah, that one.” I adjusted the sling of my purse on my shoulder before making my way to the exit.

“OK, keep me informed or I’ll call you.”

“I’ll call you if I couldn’t return by nine. Is that fine?” I finally spun and hugged her. How nervous she would get whenever I stepped out of the house. I had told her several times that I was no kid. That I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman, but she wasn’t ready to stop obsessing about her grown up 5 feet 7 inches tall daughter who had strawberry blond hair.

Whatever it was, I loved my mom and looked forward to tolerating her obsessive compulsive disorder tendencies till eternity. I wanted her to be with me all the time.

#

The traffic was mild, and the ride to the Marina didn’t take more than twenty minutes. That’s what I liked most about the Emerald Falls. It was close to the beach, close to the city center, and close to my workplace too–The Hannah Tours and Travels Company.

“Shit, Again Jonathan Day has started messing up with my mind. Shoo…Go away, Mr. Jonathan. I ain’t let you enter my head.” The moment I rammed my thumb onto the touch button of the car audio, it started playing–Everything I do, I do it for you.

Bryan Adam helped me focus on the ride, and I reached the venue on time.

But, when I reached I saw Jonathan sitting on one of the several chairs arranged neatly on the sandy coast. The blue water shimmered under the golden afternoon sun.

My heart raced as he stood from his chair and sauntered toward me.

“Hello, Ms. Moss.”

“Oh, Hello, Mr. Day.” My voice wobbled as for the first time I noticed him looking at me, focused, unbothered. It wasn’t professional, wasn’t friendly, but something else. Perhaps, a stare of desire, a stare of love, full of passion and yearning.

Did he want me the same way I wanted him?

“I think there’s still some time for the wedding. Would you mind a stroll up to the Tino’s”

“What?” My brow furrowed. I never expected he would ask me to accompany him. He always avoided me at the office, never meeting my lustful glances. In fact, he all the time kept himself busy with Tracy. What happened today that he was asking me to go along with him for a beach walk?

“Stroll, Ms. Moss. Would you mind?” He gave me a quizzical look.

“Oh, no. Not at all. I would love to.”

“So, how was your day today?” he asked, tilting his head.

“It’s great…” I smiled, hiding my nervousness, as we strolled on the warm sand.

Nobody of us talked as we walked up to the Tino’s.

“I think it is still time. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee?” He asked, looking at his silver wristwatch.

To me, it sounded like an impromptu date but for him, I thought, it was just having some coffee with a colleague.

I was surprised when he pulled back a chair for me, but in the following breath, I quickly convinced myself. He was a gentleman and pulling back a chair for a woman who happened to be his PA was nothing more than a polite gesture or his way of making me feel comfortable.

When he seated across from me, I indeed had difficulty breathing and when he gazed me without saying a word as we waited for the coffee, it indeed made me feel hot down there.

“Ms. Moss. I want to ask you something.”

“Oh, yeah, sure Mr. Jonathan.”

“I always wondered where I stand with you, but I think now is the right time to stop standing and start walking along with you.”

“I couldn’t get you, Mr. Day.” My eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Would you like to come for a dinner with me tonight? Anyways, the wedding will get over by evening.”

“What?”

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine, Ms. Moss if you have someone else. I just…” He wiped a hand over his sweaty forehead and then loosened his red silken tie knot.

“No. No. No. I mean… Yes. I mean I would love to go for a date. I mean dinner with you.”

“That’s great, Ms. Moss. So let’s get going… I think we are here for Danny’s wedding.”

“Aanya’s wedding. I’m here for Aanya’s wedding.” I shook my hand.

“Oh, Okay. For me, it’s Danny’s wedding.”

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: The Billionaire’s Wife

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It’s Monday, and I’m here with yet another steaming shot of short love stories. Hope you’ll like it.

 

Title: The Billionaire’s Wife

 

“I got to do this to save my business. There’s no other way.” Kate murmured under her breath as she stepped out of her antique shop and waited for the taxi.

Kate was a virgin and didn’t know that she was heading to an uncharted territory. A night full of passion and Kate ended up losing her V-card to Dave.

An unexpected pregnancy compelled Kate to think and rethink about her marriage of convenience with sexy billionaire Dave Hunt.

“Oh, so you’re back.”

“Yeah, I need funds to pay the bills.”

“Transferred.” Dave hit a button on his laptop and gazed at Kate with his mischievous eyes.

“What I have to do now?” She smacked her lips in anticipation.

“Nothing new. The same thing which you had been doing for the past three months. You have to pose as my wife in front of my parents. They’ll stay with us for a month and you have to behave like a well-obedient daughter-in-law.”

“Well-obedient?” Her eyes narrowed as anger boiled within her.

“Yeah, no more late nights at your old goods shop in the downtown. You would rather be finishing your work as early as five and be home at six to have a family dinner with us.”

“But, this was not in the contract.” She shot an angry stare at him.

“You know what, Kate, I never had any trouble with getting girls. Women throw themselves at me. I just have to stand and wait for them to come to me. You should feel lucky that I pick you. I still have options. If you…” His angular jaw clenched as he stood from his chair and swaggered around her.

“Okay, fine. I’ll be home at six and will have dinner with your parent. But after that can I get back to work?”

“Sure. You can use my car.”

***

Romantic Short Stories: The Billionaire's Wife“Where the hell are you, Kate?” Dave tossed his smartphone on the bed, loosening his tie knot with the other hand.

Rain lashed the car top. The storm had set in.

“It’s six. She should be home.” He muttered as he drove through the overpass to reach the downtown.

His car halted in front of Kate’s Antique Store.

He pushed open the door and there she was. Kate stood on the other side of the customer’s counter showing some antique pieces of jewelry to an old couple.

Dave’s presence was commanding, his cologne even stronger.

Kate lifted her head and saw him shooting daggers at her from all the way across the shop. His gaze scalded her heart. So intense. She begged an excuse from the couple and gestured Dave to meet her in the guests’ lobby.

“You here? What’s wrong. You don’t look good. Is everything okay?” Her mouth twisted, eyes widening. She couldn’t believe that Dave could ever visit her small rustic shop.

“How can you be so irresponsible?”

“How could you say that?” She felt heat building inside her, flushing her cheeks.

“What are you doing here? Entertaining your customers? How could you do this? At least, you could have called me but no, you were so busy. And the best part is that you’re not picking up your phone.” His firm grasp on her shoulders tightened as his eyes emitted heat of anger, desperation, restlessness, all mixed.

“Why do you want me now, Mr. Dave? You renewed the contract for a month, till your parents are here. And, if I’m not wrong Mrs. and Mr. Hunt left the town last night. We both saw them off at the airport.”

Sky fell on him.

“Shit. How can I…” His hands slipped off her arms. Massaging his forehead, he glanced her way. “Anyways… by what time you’ll be free.”

“Just this couple and I’m closing the store.”

“Cool. I’ll be waiting for you.” He came close and held her hands, his eyes reading her thoughts.

“And, why do you wait for me, Mr. Hunt.”

“Because I don’t want my pregnant wife to return home all alone in the stormy night.”

“So, you still think I’m your wife even when the contract is over.”

“What proof do you want, Kate? Do you want me to show you my heart? Can’t you just understand?”

“Understand what?”

“That I want you back in my life. And this time, without a contract.”

 

~End~

 

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Romantic Short Stories: That Special Someone

Here comes this week’s romantic short story:

Title: That Special Someone

“So, you think you can do this,” David asked Ashley as he pulled out a paper towel from the kitchen napkin holder and lay over a sea-green ceramic plate.

“What made you think I can’t?” She bumped her eyebrows and scowled, gently immersing the frying basket into the hot oil.

“Careful… it will splatter.”

“Ouch…” She whined with a tingle of burn on her hand.

“Shit. Are you alright? Hope you have not scalded your hand…”

“Chill. It’s just a minor burn.”

“Come on…” David dragged Ashley to the kitchen sink and held her hand under the cold running water.

“I’m alright. Let’s see if the wings are done.” She lifted her gaze and looked at him.

“Better you leave the kitchen in its owner’s hands and relax in the living room.” David pushed Ashley out of the kitchen to the cozy living room of his farm house, unknown of the fact that the woman he was living with for the past few months was a famous movie star.

Tired of her materialistic lifestyle and unnecessary show-off, Ashley left her house on a whim. She was seeking oblivion in someone’s close company when God granted her wish of finding a person who didn’t know a thing about her.

David appeared like an angel when Ashley knocked his country house in the middle of a stormy night. He politely took her in and since then they were living together.

Romantic Short Stories: That Special Someone“Here you go…” David set a cup of black coffee and a plate full of chicken wings on the coffee table.

“Where’s your coffee?” She asked looking up meeting his deep dark eyes.

“Way too much caffeine in my bloodstream. I’m on a coffee fast right now.”

“Oh, come on… You can’t be.” She stood and came close. “I’m not going to drink this stuff alone. You need to share this.” She raised the coffee mug to his lips, and he couldn’t resist taking a sip from the mug.

“Shall, I get another cup for you?” he asked as he sensed his heart melting by the sight of her thin pink lips. Something citrusy wafted in his nose as she edged closer to him and smiled, her green eyes twinkling like two shiny stars.

“Not needed.” She rotated the mug and carefully placed her lips at the steamy impression of David’s lips, sipping the hot beverage.

Their eyes did the talking as they came close, and the most awaited kiss happened. Their lips played for a while before they pulled back holding each other’s hands.

“I knew you’re a special woman.”He gazed into her eyes, a smile curving his mouth.

She shrugged, her brows furrowing. Her gaze dipped to the floor. “Special?”

“I know who you are.” He lifted her chin up with two fingers.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. I should’ve told you but things were so beautiful I didn’t want to ruin them by telling you the truth.” Her forehead creased as tears blurred her vision.

He came close and dab the streaming tears on his fingers.

“Oh, baby. Don’t cry. We always dream a life that we don’t have. You can stay here as long as you want but you need to go back some day.”

“Will you miss me?” She sniffed looking in his eyes.

“Of course, I will miss you…”

“I don’t want to go back. I hate my celebrity status. Can I stay with you forever?”

“You can sweetheart but don’t give up on something you achieved with so much of hard work. You can drop in here anytime and can stay for as long as you want but you need to carry on. I hope you’re getting me.”

She smiled with eyes and mouth. New tears glazed her eyes as she went into David’s open arms.

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: Love Off the Field

Hello, Friends! It’s Monday, and I’m here again with a new short love story. This week’s romantic short story is about the personality clash between a hugely successful sport’s person and his sports manager. Hope you like it…

Title: Love Off the Field

“Aren’t you the luckiest girl in this world?” Aryan smirked as he pulled out a chair.

Shanaya lifted her head and looked up. Her eyes landed on an outstandingly gorgeous man, and a lump formed in her throat. “Ex…cuse…me…” She fumbled trying hard to swallow the bite of her vegetable sandwich.

“Water?” He raised the glass of water seating next to her.

“Thanks…” She sipped some water from the glass and placed it back on the table, gathering her strewn thoughts.

She had been in awe since she was appointed as the sports manager of Aryan Malik.

The young and dashing captain of the Indian Cricket Team was quite a player off the field as well. With a deeply dimpled smile and 6 feet tall frame, he could make any woman’s imagination run wild. However, Shanaya Khanna was not like any other girl.

It was her oozing confidence that swept Aryan off his feet. Their first meeting and he lost his heart to her. But aware of Aryan’s womanizing habits, she maintained a professional distance between them, no matter how hard Aryan tried to woo her.

“You’re ten minutes late.” She adjusted her glasses on her thin straight nose and looked in his direction only to find him staring at her, smile dangling at the corners of his lips.

“I’m flattered. I was an hour away and you started missing me.”

“We expect your cooperation in making things better.”

Romantic Short Stories: Love Off the Field, mariyamhasnain.com“I’m all yours Miss, do whatever you want.” He stretched his back against his chair and widened his arms. The chiseled expanse of his chest peeked through the translucent fabric of his sports T-shirt.

Shanaya was in her prime and Aryan’s nearness was causing some serious heart palpitations and gasping at her end.

She tried to control her rapid heart beat concentrating on the things she needed to discuss with him.

“So, let’s begin. You gotta work on your diet and exercise routine. I think you’re not paying proper attention to types of food you take. From now on, no oily and starchy food. Only proteins. And yeah, we need to work on building a good boy image of yours in the media.” She scribbled something on her notepad.

“We need to work on your sleeping and waking up cycle. Looks like you’re spending a little too much time outdoors, sleeping late at nights, and missing morning practice sessions..”

But, I need to seriously work on addressing those sparks that are flowing in between us, Miss.

“Yeah, sometimes it gets late. You know…” he chuckled as he thought about kindling a relationship between him and Shanaya.

“No late nights from now on.”

He peeked inside her eyes as he leaned closer. “Okay, only on one condition.”

“You can’t Mr. Malik.  You can’t bind me with your nonsense conditions.” She stuttered.

“Okay, consider it as a request. Consider this as my first step towards a good boy image. Am I talking sense now Ms. Khanna?” He whispered.

Musk surrounded her as he came even closer and brushed some loose strands of hair of her face, tucking them behind her ears.  “I want to take you out.”

“Okay. Just once.” Her lips fumbled as her heart galloped hard against her chest.

He commanded. “Just once a week.”

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: Just Say Yes!

Hello, Friends! Well, I couldn’t keep myself from writing romantic short stories. Last week, I wrote two short stories. One for a contest and one for you. So, here’s your treat:

Title: Just Say Yes!

Tia Shumosky had a lustful eye for the Belmont Girls’ High School football coach.

The long-legged, brown-eyed Darcy was every girl’s eye candy. And Tia knew it. Though she never devoured Darcy’s sex appeal, his curious glances at her in the middle of the practice sessions often raced her heartbeat.

Tia was not a shy girl. Bold and confident, she was the vice-captain of her football team.

The only thing that stopped Tia from approaching Darcy was their age gap. Tia was a young 16-year-old teenager, while Darcy was in his late twenties, perhaps pushing to thirties, and a single dad.

Though their age gap never bothered Tia, she always remained apprehensive about Darcy’s thinking process. Besides that, Mrs. Bennett, the divorced psychology professor who always buzzed around Darcy, also served as a major obstacle in the creation of something more than just a pupil–trainer thing between Tia and Darcy.

Tia wiped a hand over her sweaty brow, stuffed her towel in her sports bag, and tightened her shoelaces.

It’s now or never. I will ask him today.

She sipped water from her tumbler, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and headed to where Darcy was relaxing after an adrenaline-pumping football session.

“How are you, Mr. Darcy?”

He gazed at her, his eyes crinkling under the beaming sun. “Ms. Shumosky. You’re still here? Don’t have classes today?”

“Yeah . . . I was . . . kind of . . .”

He smiled as he sensed the shakiness of her voice. “Yeah, you were . . . kind of . . . what, Ms. Shumosky?”

Oh, come on, Tia. Ask him. It’s now or never.

“Actually, as you know, today was the last day of our football practice session. From tomorrow onwards, exams are starting, and then holidays . . .”

“Yeah . . . so . . . that happens every year. Nothing new in that, Ms. Shumosky.”

“Actually, Mr. Darcy, I was thinking if I can . . . I mean, if you can take me . . . I mean, if we can go out somewhere. I don’t know when I see you next.”

He smiled as he rolled up the white socks on his firm calves. “Next year, Ms. Shumosky. We’ll meet at the start of the next sports session.”

She muttered under her breath. “If you know I’m graduating this year.”

“Oh . . . I see.”

His narrow eyes landed on Tia, and her heart skipped a beat. “Do you wanna go on a date with me before your graduation?”

“Kind of . . . only if you want.”

He rubbed a hand over his chiseled jaw and smiled. “Why don’t you come home, and I’ll cook something for you . . .”

“Oh, that’s great, Mr. Darcy.” Her heart raced as butterflies fluttered harder in her belly.

“Cool. So, today in the evening. Dinner time? Will that be fine with you?”

She bubbled with a wide grin. “Perfect . . . I’ll be there at six.”

“Sure . . . see you in the evening.”

***

“Maggie, she’s your new ballet teacher.”

Darcy smiled as he introduced his five-year-old daughter to Tia.

“I’m sorry, Tia, I was trying to ask you this for a long time. It would be great if you can teach ballet to Maggie. I hope you won’t mind that.”

A mixture of nervousness and excitement washed over her.

Wow . . . I hit the jackpot.

“No . . . not at all, Mr. Darcy. I would love to. It would be great if I can help her learn to dance. She’s so young. This is the perfect time for a start.”

Tia was on cloud nine when Darcy and Maggie dropped her home after dinner.

She couldn’t realize that Darcy wanted to see her every day. Ballet was just an excuse. He wanted Tia to spend time with his daughter so they would get to know each other, and who knew, this could lay the foundation of a new relationship between Tia and Darcy. Something more than just a pupil–trainer thing.

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: A Flight of Stairs

Howdy Friends! It’s Monday and I’m here with yet another love flash from my hidden treasure of romantic short stories.

Title: A Flight of Stairs

With that last tattoo, of a dragon, done on my forearm, I was all set for my first-ever concert as a singing pop star of the town. My long-cherished dream would come true. Never in my whole life, had I missed a single night when I didn’t dream of singing in front of a huge crowd of fans.

And, I nailed it. My latest album hit the top 10 Asian-American songs of the month. Though I was no stranger to facing the media glare, performing in front of a live audience gave me goose bumps just like we get before exams or job interviews.

I was running late, so I scrambled towards the elevator, got inside, and touched the 0 button.

“Shit.”

In haste, I couldn’t work out that the lift was going upstairs. A couple minutes of ride from 5th floor to 27th floor seemed like an irritating, never-ending journey. A journey that takes you away from your destination.

The elevator reached the top floor, and a man entered inside. Worried about reaching the concert venue on time, I threw an irritating stare towards him.

Cleanly shaven with a tangle of wayward brown curls pushed back on his head, he either took a decent amount of time to set his hair or got out of the bed without even brushing a hand on his head. Whatever it was, he looked damn gorgeous in a black suit that hugged his broad-shouldered tall frame perfectly.

A little distraction seemed like a flight to heaven, and I enjoyed the ride downstairs with the man who took my breath away.

His cologne tantalized my senses and filled my brain with all the naughty thoughts.

What if I was marooned on an island with this handsome stranger? How about getting stuck in this elevator with this gorgeous man?

Hey, relax Ritika. You’ve to perform in a couple of minutes.

Restraining my thoughts, I stopped ogling him and fixed my stare to the floor of the elevator.

I took a deep breath to stop the flickering butterflies flocking hard against my ribs and closed my eyes to slow down my thumping heartbeat.

Darkness.

Yeah, it’s good. I’m feeling much better.

With that, I open my eyes.

Have I opened my eyes?

Holy shit!

I never thought the wish I made two seconds ago would become true.

Yes, we had got stuck in the elevator.

“Oh! No.” A deep cry escaped my throat.

“Are you in a hurry Miss?” His commanding voice filled the stranded elevator.

Irritation and anger replaced the burning desires.

“It’s because of you, I’m in this situation.”

“I’m sorry? Because of me?”

“Have you not pressed the button, I would have reached the ground earlier.”

“If you were going downstairs why did you catch it at first place?”

“Oh! Please. Don’t you argue with me like an attorney?”

“What, if I’m the one?” He chortled.

Romantic Short Stories: A Flight of Stairs

“Aw! Shucks. I hate lawyers and never in my wildest dreams I thought I would get stuck in the elevator with a conservative attorney?” I bit my lips in frustration.

“Conservative attorney?” His eyes gleamed like two shiny marbles in the thin light of his smartphone. A brief smirk tugged the corners of his lips, flaunting a set of deep dimples as he looked me in the eyes.

“So what do you do?” His gaze smoothly shifted from my face to my exposed skin covered with tattoos of insects, birds, and animals.

“I’m a rock star.”

Before he could make any assumptions about my character or behavior, I proudly introduced myself.

“Rockstar? The one who sings and dances maniacally.”

“Excuse me, Mister.” Heat escalated through me, and I knew, all of it was not anger.

“Oh…I’m sorry.” He smirked again. But, this time there was something in his eyes that made me blush.

He came close and stood across from me. His hand roamed through my narrow waist as he pulled me close.

Anticipating his next move, I closed my eyes and my head tilted backward, almost instantaneously.

A brush of his lips at the corner of my mouth and the stranded elevator breathed to life. It got illuminated and started moving down. He released me from his grip, and we occupied opposite corners.

Mute.

Embarrassed.

Restless.

Within minutes, we reached the ground. Coming out of the lift, he escorted me till my waiting cab, the concert organizers arranged for me.

“I think I need to see you again. How about a dinner? Tonight at eight?”

“That’s cool.” I readily agreed. “Why don’t you come with me now?”

“Umm…Let me reschedule the meeting I have with my clients, and I will follow you in my car.” He chuckled as he touched some buttons on his smartphone before putting it closer to his ear.

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Romantic Short Stories: Love Me Baby

Hey folks! It’s Monday and guess what. Today, I’m not posting a flash but an excerpt from my sweet romantic novelette – Love Me Baby. This short story is my favorite of all the romantic short stories or love flashes I’ve written till now.

Hope you like it!

An Excerpt From Love Me Baby

I reached the studio on time. As I noticed the black gleaming sedan standing in the parking alley, my eyes gleamed with joy.

“Oh… So he’s early today,” I murmured, and a tingle of blush washed over my cheeks. I located an empty spot and squeezed my Nissan in between two giant SUVs. Stepping out of the car, I made my way to the exit. My heart thumped harder against my chest. It raced at the greatest speed.

What’s this happening? Guys tried hard to seduce me but I flipped them off. I broke up several times, but I never cried on my failed relationships. Why I’m so nervy and euphoric? I quizzed myself.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize when I reached the main entrance of the Alan’s Photography studio. I raised my head and glanced at his name.

“Alan,” I whispered his name under my breath, and his vibrantly stunning image flashed in front of my eyes.

It’s just one night, but it seems as if it’s been centuries since I last met him.

My steps took me to Alan’s cabin, and what I saw through the slanting window blinds melted my brain and shook me, soul.

Romantic Short Stories: Love Me Baby, www.mariyamhasnain.comJealousy and disappointment ran through my nerves, and a tinge of melancholy swept over my soul. I turned around and dashed out through the main exit, gasping for breath. I fell apart seeing Pixie in Alan’s arms. I left the studio and drove myself off from North Hollywood to reach my home in Downtown LA.

I pulled up in the parking zone of my commune and rushed to my flat on the fourth floor wiping at my eyes. I opened the door with my keys and straightaway headed to the sleeping room. Dropping myself on the bed, I buried my face in the pillow. Michelle laid on the adjacent bed, listening to music on her iPod. She instantly got up and wobbled my shoulder.

“Hey. What happened?” she asked.

“He loves that blond. I’m going back to Phoenix, to my mom. I need her.” I raised my head from the pillow and pushed my drooping body to a sitting position.

“How do you know he doesn’t love you? Did he tell you that?” she quizzed me again.

“I saw them hugging,” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“It could be a friendly embrace… a platonic one as he met her after a long while. She was off to the Bahamas, wasn’t she?” Michele said placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“I don’t know. It could be, but I can’t imagine any other woman in his arms. What if he doesn’t love me and loves that blond? I don’t want to bear the pain of unrequited unfulfilled love. I’m going away from him… so I can forget him and move on with my life.” Michelle couldn’t utter a word on my stern determination of leaving LA and going back to Phoenix.

I logged into my laptop and booked the next immediate flight to Phoenix. Packing my stuff into the giant suitcase, I was ready for my journey to my homeland. As I pictured myself hugging my mom and crying out my inner weakness and emotional turmoil on her shoulder, I felt calm and composed. The triumph of seeing my mom after so many months overshadowed the pain of heartbreak. I hugged Michelle and kissed her slippery cheeks before wishing her goodbye and came out of my apartment to hop onto my waiting taxicab.

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Romantic Short Stories: Locked Memories

Howdy Friends! It’s Monday and I’m here with yet another love flash from my hidden treasure of romantic short stories.

This week’s flash is about Love and Forgiveness. Hope you like it.

Title: Locked Memories

The alarm went off at four in the morning, and the doorbell rang.

I groped for my mobile phone on the bedside table and swiped the screen to switch off the alarm.

The deafening sound of the doorbell again penetrated my ears.

“Who could it be?”

I rolled over the bed, put my sleepers, and rose to my feet.

The doorbell rang again.

“Who the hell is this?” I muttered. The hall was dimly lit. A thin beam of light strained out through the cream shade of the night lamp. I staggered to my feet and made my way to the front door of the house and peeked into the eye hole.

It was dark in the porch.

“Who’s this?” I asked. My voice wobbled. I struggled to fight the sudden fear creeping around me.

No answer.

Panic pooled into my gut as I debated with my mind whether to open the door or not.

Instead of fully releasing the door, I used the door chain and peeked out. A whiff of wet soil entered my nostrils. Raindrops pattered on the tin roofing of the dimly lit porch.

Romantic Short Stories: Locked Memories, www.mariyamhasnain.comNothing was visible in the dim light that came from the street lamp except a shadow. A man stood at the entrance, a cowboy hat on his head. He wore an overcoat.

“Who’s this?” I mustered the courage to ask again though couldn’t control the shakiness of my voice.

“It’s me.” A deep husky voice broke the stillness of the rainy morning.

It sounded familiar. I perhaps heard it somewhere, some place. I didn’t know. I couldn’t recall.

Irritation drank all my fear and anxiety. My voice hardened. Angrily, I asked, “Me who? Do you have a name?”

And the shadow walked in front of me. He stood across from me, behind the safety chain.

A bright white light enveloped the darkness as he lit the torch and pointed it towards his face.

“Shawn? Is it you?” Anger, apprehension, hatred all together cluttered my brain seizing my thinking power. My tongue couldn’t form a single word. I went mute, lifeless, a frozen mess of bone and flesh.

“Can you let me in?” His words hit my ears bringing me back to my senses.

“How could you? It’s been ten years.”

“I want you, Diana. I want my life back. I’ve repented a lot on my mistake.”

He kindled the feelings I once had for him. My hand roamed over the lock disengaging the safety chain and pushing the door wider for him.

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