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	<title>Short Stories Online &#187; short romantic story</title>
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		<title>The Belonging&#8217;s &#8211; A short love story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/26/the-belongings-a-short-love-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 14:25:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Dave was lying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling fan. It was 3 am, but sleep still eluded him as he was totally bored. Life in London was nothing like what he had envisaged.
Having nothing else to do, his thoughts went to the awards dinner that was to be held next week, next Friday more specifically. Dave looked forward to it. He was doing good as a writer and why not? Given his very active imagination and knack of putting it beautifully into words, his books were usually ...]]></description>
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		<title>I Miss Her &#8211; A romantic story.</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/15/i-miss-her-a-romantic-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 08:26:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=469</guid>
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“Liz, make me a latte with an extra shot,” said Janet. She would be late as she was working on the latest contract, and thus needed some caffeine to keep on going. Janet paid for the coffee and took to the nearest corner table. Janet liked such lazy afternoons well deservedly enjoyed during her office breaks, as she could pretty much sit comfortably by a cozy corner and could get completely lost in a trashy novel without any worries disturbance her. She took out her latest Mills and Boons novel ...]]></description>
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		<title>Love in Life &#8211; Short Valentines&#8217; Day Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/10/love-in-life-short-valentines-day-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 10:30:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Andrew was kind of bored. He wondered what was up with Eva. From his balcony, Andrew aimed his powerful binoculars towards the tiny cottage searching for little Nina as he heard her voice floating towards him through a short distance.
“Where’s Eva?” Eva was Nina&#8217;s aunt who had taken the little one under her wings when her parents died in a car crash. It didn’t matter that at 26 years, Eva was quite young herself! And how the two were now managing to stay in the tiny one bedroom cottage puzzled ...]]></description>
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		<title>Valentine&#8217;d Love &#8211; Valentine&#8217;s Day Special Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/08/valentined-love-valentines-day-special-love-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 07:56:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[
			
				
			
		
“Roses are red, lilies are blue;
You are my lover, …so is Seau!”
“Err! Abhi who is this Seau huh?” Anu almost lashed out on him. Making poetic rhymes was Abhi’s passion. His conversations never finished without something or the other rhyming, rather out of sync. Maybe it was more or less instinctive to his vocabulary, cuss he never tried intending. It was funny how he used up words to construct even the normal of spoken phrases. Utterly grammarless is what it should be ‘to the point of being almost influent in ...]]></description>
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		<title>Sweet surprise &#8211; Valentines Day Special</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/02/sweet-surprise/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 08:49:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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The day was finally a Thursday and Delia couldn’t help but wait for the arrival of Friday as it to be their second anniversary. She still had memories how she had happened to bump into Sam four years back. He was the manager of certain BPO and she was in need of a job. Having just graduated she was trying to earn a pay for her education loan.
That is when Mr Perfect; ‘Sam walked in!  He showed her how to handle the working of finances and also manage about the ...]]></description>
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		<title>Kaipo Che !! Short Love story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/01/15/kite-flying-festival-makar-shankrant-short-love-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 10:52:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Lila’s graduation exams had just got over. She was getting bored sitting at home as there was not much to do. How she wished she had someone special to take her out on a date…movie…shopping…anywhere away from the confines of her room. She was almost 20 and very keen to flaunt a boyfriend in front of her friends. And why not? Isn’t that what they all did?
It’s not that guys hadn’t proposed to her, she just didn’t want any of them. Her heart never missed a beat when they were ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Power of Love &#8211; A Love Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/07/13/the-power-of-love-a-love-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 09:12:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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It was a bright Monday morning. The passengers sitting in the chartered bus watched with sympathy as the beautiful young woman, with the walking stick, carefully made her way up the steep steps of the bus. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the seats, she moved ahead, walked down the aisle and found the seat that the conductor said was empty. Finally she settled in, placed her bag on her lap and rested her stick against her leg.
It had been a year since Sara became blind ...]]></description>
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		<title>Love needs no words &#8211; A love story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/06/18/love-needs-no-words-a-love-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 11:14:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Rita and Patrick had known each other ever since they were in school. It was not something that their parents liked. Rita’s parents said his family background was not that great and she would have to suffer if she married him. His parents said the girl’s family thought too much of themselves, having come into money recently.
This often spoiled things between the couple and made them quarrel. Rita knew how much Patrick loved her, but even then she always asked him, &#8220;Pats how much do you love me?&#8221;
Since Patrick was ...]]></description>
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		<title>Olive Green Eyes</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2008/10/28/olive-green-eyes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 19:08:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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The market place was abuzz with excitement. The streets were filled with hawkers selling sweetmeats, ornaments, abbayas, caps, clothes anything and everything that people could possibly lay their hands on after the evening Iftaar. It was the big day tomorrow,today it was the eve of Ramadan. Small lights red blue and green twinkled like a million stars in the night,the entire gully sparkled with the brilliance of a thousand diamonds. The heavenly aroma of murgh biryani and shahi phirni engulfed the houses by the streets.
My heart fluttered at this sight,it ...]]></description>
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