Couples Stories Novels & Stories

“You know, the story we’re supposed to tell if someone asks. We can’t exactly say we didn’t kiss until the wedding. Candy said we need a cute backstory.” His brow furrows as he contemplates this. “Right… So, what are we saying? How Was the story of our marriage again?” “You need to remember,” I tell him, trying to remember everything. “We is supposed to say we noticed each other in the office, but I was too shy to approach you, and you didn’t want to be that boss, you know? Then, when I came with you to Denmark and supported you in your grief, it was love at first sight.”

They kissed under the stars, in the garden of his family home that was now her family home too, surrounded by people who loved them, building a future neither had imagined but both had chosen deliberately. And somewhere in the city, in a café they rarely visited anymore, the espresso machine hissed and steamed, ready for the next clumsy encounter, the next accidental meeting that might change everything. Because sometimes the best love stories start with spilled coffee and end with forever.

We sought couples therapy, delving into the depths of our emotions and addressing the underlying issues that had caused the fracture in our relationship. Through vulnerability, communication, and a shared determination to rebuild what we had lost, we embarked on a journey of healing. It was not without its struggles, but with each step forward, we grew closer. We learned to open up, to express our fears and insecurities, and to provide the support and reassurance that our love needed.

I hadn't done anything wrong, yet I was expected to grovel and plead like a dog begging for scraps. The villa's AC was cranked up high, but the ice cream cake sitting on the coffee table was already starting to melt. Just like my marriage to Ryan. No matter how hard I tried to hold us together, the cracks just kept growing. I reached out, scooped a little melted ice cream onto my finger, and put it in my mouth. The sweetness did nothing to mask the bitterness inside me. Ryan and I had been married for three years.

The night was supposed to fun- a light-hearted escape from the stress of college and her marriage. But for Ashleigh, it was anything but that. While her friends lay passed out in their sleeping bags under, she sat on the couch staring at the empty bottles of wine on the coffee table, unable to sleep. No matter how hard she tried to distract herself, her thoughts kept circling back to Adrian and Caelia. The image from the article burned in her mind: the way they stood together, the warm smile on her face as she held him closely….. They looked perfect. They looked like the kind of couple Adrian and she were not.

I hope I did justice to them as well. The story from hence forth will keep on shuffling between the couple and do let me know how is this book so far...... Till then........

Their love story, born from a chance encounter in a library, had blossomed into a beautiful testament to the enduring power of love, the magic of family, and the endless possibilities that life holds. Their story, a tapestry woven with threads of laughter, challenges, and unwavering love, continued to unfold, a reminder that even in the face of life's inevitable changes, the heart's capacity for love and joy never diminishes. Their journey, a testament to the enduring power of connection and the beauty of shared dreams, was a love story for the ages, a story that would be whispered in the wind, etched in the hearts of those who knew them, and remembered for generations to come.

Getting married again was not an alluring prospect for her, but she had no other option, and it was going to be marriage in name and name alone. “I just want a comfortable, simple life after the one I've lived. Nothing more.” “And if I find the love of my life somewhere along the line?” Zayed asked. She shrugged. “Well, there's nothing against multiple wives in your culture, is there?” “Culture or not, Miss Tania Sharapova, I intend to be a man with only one wife for the rest of my lives. No mistresses, no flings.” “Well, ours will be marriage in name only, won't it?” She pushed on.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

Together, they held community gatherings where stories were shared, cultures were celebrated, and hearts were opened. Years passed, and Lune and Arlo’s love story became legendary—a tale whispered from generation to generation. They became a symbol of hope, teaching others that love knows no boundaries, and that acceptance is born from understanding. Their home was often filled with the sounds of laughter and joy, not just from their own family but from friends who had come to see them as leaders, mentors, and friends.