My name is Ayush, and this is the story of how I fell in love with the most amazing girl, Aditi.
We met online. A simple connection, a message, and then… something clicked.
I didn't expect anything at first, but the moment I saw her—her smile, her eyes, her vibe—I was stunned. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Not just on the outside, but something about her energy… it pulled me in like gravity.
As we kept talking, something between us grew. We started knowing each other more deeply. Not just basic stuff like favorite food or music, but real things—the kind people usually hide.
One day, she opened up to me about her past. She told me how her ex treated her badly. How he made her feel like she wasn't enough, how he broke her trust and her spirit. Listening to her, my heart ached. Because I couldn't understand how anyone could hurt a girl like her—someone so kind, so genuine, so full of love.
At that moment, I silently promised myself something:
I will treat her like a princess. Always.
Because that's what she deserves.
She is not only beautiful, but also extremely understanding, mature, and supportive. No matter what mood I'm in, she knows how to handle it. She listens. She cares. She gives me strength when I don't have any left. Being with her, even just over the phone or texts, feels peaceful—like I've found my person.
After she shared her past, I felt safe enough to share mine.
I told her the truth:
That my ex had cheated on me.
That I saw her kissing another man with my own eyes.
That I had been left broken too, questioning my own worth, wondering if real love even existed.
As I spoke, she didn't judge me or interrupt. She just listened. She understood.
And we both realized… we were carrying the same wounds in different hearts.
That moment connected us deeply.
So we decided to start dating—not just casually, but with commitment. With hope.
I shared another part of myself with her.
I told her I was a NEET aspirant. That I had already failed once. That I'm still preparing, still trying, still dreaming. I told her I'm now aiming for AIIMS paramedical, and I confessed something else—something that came straight from the heart:
I want to get admission in a college in her state.
Yes, she lives 1500 kilometers away from me.
But that distance doesn't scare me.
Because when you truly love someone, distance becomes just a number.
And 1500 kilometers between us?
It's nothing compared to the love that lives between our hearts.
She's currently studying interior design—something creative, something beautiful. Just like her. She's building her own world, and I want to be part of it. I want to stand beside her as she designs her dreams, while I chase mine. I want to grow with her.
This love isn't just about romance. It's about healing, support, and believing in one another.
We both came from broken relationships.
But together, we're learning how to be whole again.
We may not have met in person yet.
We may still be 1500 kilometers apart.
But our hearts? They are closer than ever.
This is not just a love story.
This is our story—written with patience, pain, promises, and pure love.
And one day, when we finally meet, we won't just say "I love you."
We'll say:
"We made it. Through everything. Together."