🐾 The Weekend Time Bomb and a Puppy Named Chance
A story of love, laughter, and one unforgettable reunion
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You know how some people call their spouse by sweet names like baby, honey, or jaanu?
Not him.
He always called her "She."
Simple. No frills. No filters. Just… She.
And if you ever asked him why, he would probably scratch his head and say,
“Because She is everything. She’s the sentence, I’m just the punctuation.”
🏡 New Beginnings in a Small House
As newlyweds, they started their life in a cozy rented house — small enough to hear each other’s stomach grumble and large enough to host two egos and one cooking experiment gone wrong.
“She” was a modern woman in every sense — bold, confident, and could switch from work emails to fixing a fused bulb like it was nothing.
“He”? A soft-spoken fellow with half-baked confidence, the kind of guy who’d stand in front of a mirror to rehearse how to ask for extra sambar.
But life, as we know it, doesn’t always need matching puzzle pieces — it just needs the willingness to fit.
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📆 The Weekend Protocol
Now, weekends in their house had only one rule. A dangerous, unwritten, unspoken rule.
And that rule was:
He shall plan the weekend.
No plan = Tick. Tick. Tick.
Not following the plan = Tick-tick-tick-tick...
Plan canceled = BOOM.
“She” believed weekends were for creating stories, not for scrolling phones under blankets. And if “He” forgot to plan? Let’s just say Monday came with burnt toast and the silent treatment special.
So he learnt — one love-filled fight at a time — to always keep a Plan A and Plan B. And a Plan C, just in case.
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🐶 A Detour to the Past
It was one such weekend. They were headed out for shopping, when just outside their gate, She suddenly froze.
She saw a scooter parked nearby. And on it, perched like a royal with a wagging tail — a dog.
Not just any dog. Her eyes widened. Her breath caught. She rushed forward like she saw a long-lost friend.
The man on the scooter looked startled as she blurted out:
“Is this your dog? Can I hold him for a second?”
He nodded, curious.
As She lovingly cuddled the dog, her eyes welled up.
This wasn’t just any dog.
This was him.
The same puppy she had rescued a year ago.
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She turned to her confused husband — who was mentally calculating how close they were to another weekend blast — and said,
“I’ve told you this story, no?”
He squinted. “Uhh… is this the one with the bleeding dog and your filmy scarf moment?”
She nodded with a smile.
She was in Hyderabad back then. Every weekend, she’d board the Friday night train to Mysore.
One morning, just outside the Mysore station, she saw a tiny, bleeding puppy, whimpering near the footpath. Most would’ve walked past. She didn’t.
She made the auto stop. The driver argued, “Madam, stray dog… Someone else will take care.”
But She? No chance.
She tore her scarf, tied it around the puppy’s paw like some movie heroine, and demanded to be taken to a nearby vet.
First aid done, the next stop was a dog care center near Chamundi Hill. She paid, enrolled the puppy, and left with a heart heavier than her luggage.
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Now, a year later, fate parked that very scooter right outside their home.
“She” turned to the owner with teary joy.
“I remember this dog. The scar on his paw. The unique ears. The eyes. I know this is him.”
The man was stunned.
He smiled.
“You’re right. I adopted him from the Chamundi center. He’s been my travel partner ever since.”
She was beaming.
“Why didn’t you adopt him back then?” he asked.
“I was alone in Hyderabad. My job, travel… I couldn’t give him what he deserved. But I couldn’t leave him to die either. So I gave him a chance.”
And just like that, the puppy she saved had found his destiny — a second life and a second chance.
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💬 The Man with the Time Bomb
All this while, “He” stood a few feet away, still outside the gate.
Watching.
Smiling.
Relieved.
Why?
Because this time — the Time Bomb was defused… by a dog.
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💖 The Moral (with a Side of Love)
Sometimes, the smallest acts we do without expectations come back to us in ways we never imagine.
A bleeding puppy turned into a joyful reunion.
A scarf became a bandage of compassion.
A modern girl reminded her partner that courage is often quiet, love is often fierce, and empathy doesn’t need a plan.
And “He”?
Well, he now knows that some weekends don’t need planning — they just need listening.
So next time your partner tells a story, don’t scroll your phone.
That story might just be the reason the weekend bomb doesn’t go off.
After all, every “She” has a story that made her who she is.
And every “He” learns to love her, one weekend at a time.
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A Final Note:
Like most of life’s best tales, this one too is a blend — of imagination, memories, and those tiny moments that leave a lasting pawprint on our hearts.
Some parts are fictional, others gently borrowed from real life — but every word was written with love. ❤️
