<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1402264683819117424</id><updated>2011-12-11T08:15:10.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L0ve $torY</title><subtitle type='html'>Love story,lyrics,blog,top love stories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l0vestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1402264683819117424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l0vestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mr. smart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12889445887475797216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1402264683819117424.post-7110573583597919181</id><published>2010-12-26T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:18:43.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s08.flagcounter.com/more/qMt"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free counters!" border="0" src="http://s08.flagcounter.com/count/qMt/bg=FFFFFF/txt=000000/border=CCCCCC/columns=2/maxflags=12/viewers=0/labels=1/pageviews=1/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var dc_AdLinkColor = '#000000' ; var dc_PublisherID = 172245 ; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://kona.kontera.com/javascript/lib/KonaLibInline.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1402264683819117424-7110573583597919181?l=l0vestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l0vestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7110573583597919181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://l0vestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/visitors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1402264683819117424/posts/default/7110573583597919181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1402264683819117424/posts/default/7110573583597919181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l0vestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>mr. smart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12889445887475797216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1402264683819117424.post-6029986315252159833</id><published>2010-12-09T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:19:12.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_RELATED_TAGS" type="hidden" value="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var dc_AdLinkColor = '#000000' ; var dc_PublisherID = 172245 ; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://kona.kontera.com/javascript/lib/KonaLibInline.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;input dear="" friends="IL_RELATED_TAGS" hi,="" my="" type="hidden" value="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Real Love....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi, My dear friends.... &lt;input name="IL_RELATED_TAGS" type="hidden" value="1" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This  is a story of my friend,,,who studied in punjab institute of  engineering and applied research..he loved sanjana very much,,,but Did  she love him like dat ? or not,,,,,,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to find out Read this,,,,,,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; THE STORY OF REAL LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  Adi who lived in Delhi.He was very good in study.From childhood He was  continuously study very much.Because of that he got 92% marks in 12th  board.And after 12th he took admission in Punjab Institute of  Engineering And Applied Research(P.I.E.R.) which is in mohali,near  chandigarh, punjab. I told you that he was very good in study because  only in 3 days,teacher knew his name.Its so amazing. So,Now the story  turn around Sanjana. She was his classmate.She was from  Bokaro,jharkhand.One day in a college,they were in library.She was  sitting in front of him.Then,Adi thought dat time to doing some  flirt.Then,He said to her dat this is something for you(giving her a  fold blank paper).Then,She replied him Don't try to flirt with me.I am  already committed.After dat He din't say anything to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;When  the unit sessional exam start,He gave him totally good.N He got 30 out  of 30 in maths.&amp;amp; After that he was become so much famous in his  college.After that Everybody know who is Adi. N after the sessional exam  she became interested in him.She wanted to be friend of him. N when the  internal started,he helped her in his internal practicals. And one day  he got her number from her friend .Now,he called her in the night  11'oclock.She got shock.That Adi has called him.And now the exam has  started.Before the last paper.He thought to quit the college because he  wanted to join Amity.And in the exam she said to him dat please meet me  after exam because she wanted to go with me Delhi because there was her  brother live.And he was also from Delhi.But She didn't know dat he  wanted to quit the college.And After the exam he din't wait for her and  came back to delhi alone.After two days when he was in delhi, she got  news dat Adi quit from the college.She called him N was asking to him  dat why are you leaving the college why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  N he replied that i don't like the punjab college.She said to him dat  please pick up my call in the night .I will call u. He said to her dat  okkk I will pick your call.And When she called him in the night .He picked her call and after they talked till 6'oclock of the next morning.And continuously from 4 days they were talking dat much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;And One day They purposed eachother in the morning of 4:35am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;And she said to him dat please don't leave the college. I willn't live without you. After long time, he said to her dat okk I willn't leave the college.I am coming back.In the 5th of feb,,,She came to Delhi in her brother home.&amp;amp; in the night when they were talking.They decided to go with eachother. But her brother was going with him. So She said to him dat "please Adi do anything ,I want to go with you only with you ".Then, he said to him dat okkk, I will do something. And he met her in the kashmiri gate from where they were about to catch the bus.Now, Her brother was coming towards us. He scared so much. But,he tried his best. And Said to her brother that bro you are getting late.It's 6 hour journey if you will go with him then you have to come in the night. I am with her don't take her tension.I'll manage. Then, her brother told to him dat take care her okk. Now, They are alone in the bus. She was looking so sweet when she was sleeping in the bus.Suddenly she holded his hand in her hand.And she was looking so cute in that moment.They reached p.i.e.r. They went to their hostel.He met his best friends gaurav, rajiv and ganesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He told them dat now,he committed with sanjana.Now,Its his first class in the college of 2nd semester.In the lunch.They were alone in the class.That was the first time when she kissed him.When she was telling to him that she have to go .And when she was going .He holded her hand and continuously staring her.She stopped that time and now both of them are continuously staring on eachother eyes.They came close to eachother and hug eachother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1402264683819117424-6029986315252159833?l=l0vestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l0vestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6029986315252159833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://l0vestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/introduction-of-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1402264683819117424/posts/default/6029986315252159833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1402264683819117424/posts/default/6029986315252159833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l0vestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/introduction-of-love.html' title='Real Story'/><author><name>mr. smart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12889445887475797216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
