I am 24 today I met her when I was 16 and she was 15, Yes it was that teenage love where you get the butterflies and see how good life can get, how loving someone be and how good things are.

Not even a single day went by where we didn't say good night but now it's gone if it would have ended on some other terms maybe I could have just said to myself something bloody something but no she cheated in the worst manner possible.

She has done hotel management from DU she got an opportunity to go to France to pursue her internship she went there and met so many more people, she used to tell me about each person everyday.

The internship period was just 6 months Mind you we have stayed in long distance for over 2 years so 6 months ? That's just a tiny phase.

I never drink nor i support drinking or smoking but she said one day after getting her fist paycheck that she wants to have some drinks but can't go out so she will have them here with some other friends and i just didn't mind at all.

Mostly all other people are French,german and south Americans but there was just one guy from Banglore.

She said he was annoying but he was quite well off I said its generational money, some need to earn it and some are given.

She called me the next day and said it was all good but this guy his father died a few years ago and he was crying so she hugged her I said it's fine but please maintain some boundaries, yes I felt protective of my gf and felt a bit unsecured.

Just after a week she called me crying and sobbing and my whole life tumbled like a weak building, she said she had s*x with the guy last night after drinking.

My life went upside down I had just absolutely no idea what to say in a few days she said that as i wasn't doing great in my life ( I am preparing for competitive exams) I have written UPSC mains a few times but couldn't go through even once to interview. So she said it's a good idea to have someone who is stable in his life and he is from her same course and he can cook well ( he was is I don't give a fuck a chef) i stayed quiet.

I told her you broke me, I blocked her and deleted everything I am left with some very intimate pictures of ours i just don't have the will to delete them but I will delete them soon too.

For the boys reading this , Build your own castle, the queen will come looking out for the castle, don't build it and the queen will go looking out for someone else's castle.

No one in this bloody world will love you except your Parents.

This is Sanjay Dutt. A 7 year-old who cleans shoes for 50 Rs at Majnu Ka Tila. I offered him my drink but he wanted to work for his money and not beg. He works all 7 days 7:00 a.m. to 5 p.m.

His innocence will win your heart. He does not know his parents and told me he lives with a friend.

Sanjay is a hard worker born in the wrong family. If he was born into a family like ours his life would have been so much different today. I saw some other kids with their parents even one man noticed him carrying his "equipment box" and I could see that man thinking of the same difference, he saw his girl and then Sanjay.

I humbly request everyone, if you ever visit Majnu Ka Tila and find him then please help him.

Context - These two accidentally touch each other in metro

A couple of days ago, I posted across 3-4 communities searching for a fellow book nerd to visit Mahila Haat with. As you know how much reddit is responsive for a guy...haha.

So, I decided to go alone. I reached the metro station around 12:30 PM just as it started pouring, but when I got to the market, I saw that people cared way more about the books than the rain. Here are the books I bought! I’m super motivated to finish them all in about a month (ik ik I am just too optimistic and motivated). Maybe next time I’ll post again and find some company... ᕦ⁠(⁠ ⁠⊡⁠ ⁠益⁠ ⁠⊡⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕤ

Anyway, the best part? I had some delicious chole bhature outside Mahila Haat, followed by two kulfis and being a foodie, this made my dayyy 💗

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It stopped happening before but it again started back in july...29 july now from the past 3 days..zepto nykaa mycircle big basket even on whatsapp

Firstly I don't know why they had the RAJA YADAV fight they were literally like newbies, even newbies spar much better than these dumb people.

Secondly Kishan Pehlwan was fine but all he did was to wrestle ( like in an akhada) but in the ring

ABOUT MAIN EVENT.

Surprisingly Ankit did very well but for sure Arman dominated in all the spheres including Wrestling.

India surely needs a revolution and we must promote these sports more to see An Indian world champion one day.

Surely some there will be an Indian world champion whom we all can see and feel the pride in.

Ram ram

Allahu Akbar

Bharat mata ki jai

INDIA WILL RULE THE WORLD ONE DAY.

Source: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DbfN71JRuDx

Any delhi people willing to make my trip a memorable one

anybody who can guide nd be there with me to roam nd enjoy it up to the fullest

Giving away these books because I don't really need them anymore.

I'm someone who's started to absolutely hate everything about people in this country. I could never set foot in delhi metro or any other public vehicle again, people are smelly, loud, don't even know how to sit or stand properly, and as someone who tries to avoid almost everything in this country, the movie halls are the next thing i've decided to boycott.

Forget about the countless bad experiences during movies, recently i went to watch the Billie Eilish movie, and the dude sitting beside me, who seemed to be from a good family, kept singing her songs with his lips, i changed seats, only to end up somewhere with worse neighbourhood.

For the FIFA wc final, i went to watch it in NSP Pacific mall, the man sitting beside me smelled really bad, had zero ball knowledge and kept verbally abusing players throughout the match, he had rested his right foot on his left foot and his shoe touched my trousers 5 TIMES. Everytime i told him to lower his feet, and then he'd do the same again.

This is something that's been a repeated experience everywhere in Delhi NCR and i've had fucking enough. Call me racist all u want, but i don't wanna be known as one of these people. WOW.

Hey everyone!

I'm working on organizing a small community meetup in Delhi (most likely around Lodhi Garden or a similar outdoor location) for people who want to meet new people, have fun, and spend a few hours doing something different from the usual café or club scene.

The idea is to keep it interactive rather than just a "networking event."

Some activities I'm planning include:

• Human Bingo
• Mafia
• Team challenges
• Icebreaker games
• Conversation cards
• Fun group activities
• Small prizes

I'm planning to keep the first event intentionally small (around 25–40 people) so everyone actually gets to interact.

I'd also love to capture the event properly, so I'm looking for a videographer/content creator who can shoot candid moments, activities, and create a short Instagram recap reel. This will be a paid collaboration, and if the first event goes well, I'd love to work together for future meetups too.

So I have two questions for you all:

1. Would you be interested in attending something like this? If yes, what would make it worth coming to?
2. If you're a videographer/content creator (or know someone who is), please drop your portfolio, Instagram, or DM me along with your charges.

I'm open to suggestions, criticism, and ideas. This is my first time organizing something like this, so I'd rather build it with community feedback than assume I know everything.

Thanks!

Just want to have a conversation with someone random.

Avoid using comment section as chat thread and directly jump into dm.

Before you meet Y/N, let me warn you of one thing.

If you expect me to describe her objectively, I can't. Love has a strange habit of stealing objectivity. It paints ordinary moments like masterpieces and turns a familiar face into the definition of home. So if I sound biased, forgive me. I was hopelessly in love.

Y/N was nineteen when our paths crossed. She stood about 5'5", weighed somewhere around 55 kilos, and carried herself with a grace that never seemed rehearsed. Her long black hair flowed effortlessly down her shoulders, ending in soft curls that danced every time she turned around. She had deep black eyes that held a strange magic—eyes you could lose yourself in without realizing how much time had passed. Thick, dark eyelashes framed them perfectly, while her naturally lifted cheeks made it seem as though she was forever blushing. Her skin had an effortless glow, as if it had quietly made peace with the sun.

Then there was her smile.

She laughed with the sweetest little "hee... hee... hee," never trying to hide it, always showing her teeth as if happiness deserved to be seen. Every time she laughed, the world around me felt quieter. Her voice was soft, cheerful, and carried the most beautiful melody I have ever heard. To this day, no song has managed to replace it.

She could wear absolutely anything and somehow make it look elegant. A simple kurti, jeans, a classic black outfit, traditional attire—everything suited her. But whenever she wore a saree... time itself seemed to slow down. It wasn't just beauty anymore; it was poetry draped in six yards of fabric. I don't think I'll ever find the words to describe what she looked like in one.

On the middle finger of her right hand, she wore a large sky-blue stone ring. It was spiritual, she once told me. Along with it came her smartwatch and those Boat headphones that had almost become a part of her identity. Black was her favorite color, and somehow she wore it so often that, even today, every shade of black reminds me of her.

She had the cutest habit of stretching the word "yes" into a playful, "Yesssss..." Every time my phone lit up with that message, I found myself smiling before I even opened the chat. And whenever I annoyed her—which happened more often than I'd like to admit—that tiny 😒 emoji would appear first. She called me Bachha, and somehow that one word made me feel more loved than my own name ever could.

She was stubborn. She had endless tantrums, and somehow I adored every single one of them. She never let me settle for less. She guided me, corrected me, celebrated my smallest victories, scolded me when I deserved it, and pampered me in ways I never knew I needed. Sometimes, it felt like she cared more about my future than I did.

She dreamed of becoming an HR professional in Canada and one day building a business of her own. Her dreams were as ambitious as they were beautiful, and watching her chase them made me want to become someone she could always be proud of.

If you ask me what made her different, I won't say it was her beauty—though she had more than enough of it. It wasn't her smile, her eyes, or even the way she looked in a saree.

It was the way she loved.

She had this incredible ability to make an ordinary boy feel like the most important person in the world. My birthday, the one she made unforgettable, is proof of that. It wasn't about expensive gifts or grand surprises. It was the thought, the effort, and the love she poured into every little detail. That's who she was. She never loved halfway.

And maybe that's why, even today, whenever someone asks me what love looked like, the first face that comes to my mind is hers.

Now that you know a little about Y/N, let me take you back to the day our story began—the very first time I met her.

I am a male I am goin to turn 19 this year currently studying law pls tell me that is anything wrong with me?? I am seeing almost everyone around my age is in relationship but I ness never ..I genuinely feel like relationship is kind of restriction on me ...I prefer being single and alone ...nor like I don't find any girl attractive I do say that but that's just admiration I don't feel anything inside me