The Happiest Couple In The Village(A Romantic Short Story): A short story about two lovers.

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The happiest couple in the village was of course Mr. and Mrs. Singh. They were not only blessed with each other, but also had a perfect understanding. Mr. Singh was the manager of a sugar mill and made a nice salary, and his wife Mrs. Singh was very pretty and never had to work as she was always busy making plans for her family, which included her parents, her sisters, and her brother.

The Singhs lived in a big house with a big garden surrounded by other big houses that were just like it. As they were both employed by the sugar mill, they were naturally considered the most successful people in the village.

In a small village there is a couple who are the happiest in the village. But they have to hide the reason behind their perfect marriage. The reason is that they are secretly in love with each other since childhood.

But one day when they go to a party, the man falls into an awkward situation and his wife comes to save him.

So what happens when everyone comes to know about their secret? Will it destroy their relationship or unite them even more?

A few years ago, I was invited to a wedding in a village my family hails from. The bride and groom were the two most popular people in the village. Everyone loved them, even the kids who use to bully me in school. They were madly in love with each other and had been since childhood.

I have seen many couples around that are as much in love as these two. But something about them was special. They were so happy together, so caring for each other that even if you haven’t ever seen them before, you could sense their bond right away.

The ceremony was beautiful but what I remember most is how they looked at each other while exchanging vows; they seemed like they were the only two people on Earth. It was really something special to watch those two crazy about each other. I don’t know whether there will be another couple like that anytime soon.”

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The Love story of my life. It all started when both of us were in our twenties. We became good friends and decided to go traveling together. And that’s where I met him. We had a lot of fun together and we were always laughing, joking, and having fun. One night, we were watching a movie when I fell asleep on his shoulder. When I woke up, he was looking at me in the most beautiful way that made me feel so special and so loved.

The next day, he told me that if he wasn’t married, he would have fallen for me at first sight. But because he was already married to someone else, he could never love me the way I loved him. It broke my heart into pieces because it was obvious that I loved him more than his wife did.

But then she came into the picture and everything changed. One day after coming back from work they had a lot of arguments and they got divorced the very next day! She blamed him for everything and walked out of the relationship without thinking about their children or even about herself!

This is when our story began…

That’s why, when I think of you, I smile.

I love you.

I need you.

Every day I miss you, and look forward to seeing you again.

You are my first thought when I wake up in the morning and my last thought before I fall asleep at night.

I am proud of you and the life we have built together.

And now that we have found each other, neither of us will ever be alone again.”

My parents had never been very religious. They didn’t let me get a tattoo, or drop out of school and live on the streets. My father was a lawyer and my mother was a doctor.

My dad worked for a law firm, while my mom worked at the hospital. I remember watching her at work. She dressed neatly in navy scrubs with white shoes and a patterned scarf around her neck. She had dark brown hair that she wore in a tight bun, high cheekbones, and soft green eyes that seemed to look right through you as she examined you. Her lips were always pursed in concentration as she read her patient’s file or listened to them describe their symptoms.

One day I asked her: “Mommy, why do you like to work at the hospital?”

She laid down her clipboard and looked me dead in the eyes. “Because I don’t want to see any more patients suffering,” she said simply before resuming her work.

I nodded once before running back outside to play with my friends in the neighborhood park. It was one of those rare days when it wasn’t too hot or too cold, so most of us were outside enjoying the weather. The adults were all working hard on their various jobs; some tended to their

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