A Love Hypothesis นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’m not justifying anything. I’m reminding you of what we had. What we could have again if you’d just let yourself feel it. All this anger, this hatred—it’s passion, Kiara. And passion doesn’t just disappear.” Kiara stepped closer to the table, her hands trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief. “You think this is passion?” she hissed. “You think threatening my life, manipulating me, and destroying my trust is some twisted form of love?” He didn’t flinch. “I think it’s proof that I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.” “You’re disgusting,” she spat. “And you’re stunning,” he countered, his voice low and smooth. “Even now, with fire in your eyes and venom in your voice, you’re the most

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

But now I won't complain using it because, as he said he will be next to me while I lie down there. Love feels like a kind of hypnotization; addictive and blissful. My heartbeat rises every time we are alone and the anticipation makes my blood boil with desire. He is a dream come true man for my life. He could bring the best out of me and he is capable to bring the worst too. But I know his love will always remain the same and it will always keep me on my toes.

I took a screenshot of that moment from that beloved on my mobile. My enemy is sleeping with the last love of my life. I still remember when I first saw Ahana, my enemy, at that time I felt something for her but after knowing her truth I hated her. Well, I also remember that moment when I took Aarzoo in my arms for the first time, the Last love of my life.

That was way too weird. I had to make Miles go back and come see me in human form. There was no way I was going to give in first, so I decided to provoke him. I poked the black snake awake and started sweet-talking. "Hey, Blackie, I think I've been feeling kind of lonely lately." The black snake looked confused. "I think I wanna fall in love again," I went on. "The soft, romantic kind. Holding hands in the rain, kissing under the stars, then getting married and having a little girl I can dress up…"

He broke down finally. "Why God why? Why you can't see me happy? In my life, first time I loved someone from bottom of my heart. I asked her from you in my every prayer. In my every heart beat there is she. She is the reason of my life. I don't know when she became the oxygen I need to live. But if my love is her obstacle, if I'm the reason of her suffering then I will let her free. My love will be there for her till my last breath. I won't be able to love anyone else ever. But she will be happy. I will make her happy no matter what it takes" Vidhan promised to himself and wiped his tears.

♧ASH (AKSHITHA) POV♧ Finally we are happy because our honey got her prince charming from the beginning iam doubting both of them because my mom used to say that sometimes hate will be the pillar to love because if someone loves a person there is no guarantee that how many times that they think of their love but if we hates someone we always think of that person that will result in love sometimes same thing happened in honey's life she always have a soft corner for him but she hided it from everyone she lied to herself finally she realized before it's too late I wish she get everything she deserves

And Lachesis, well, Lachesis is supposed to be the supercomputers that give out the half-mechanical half-insectile noise; the hum of death I had been much too acquainted with even before I crossed over. My very first challenge is to make Death imagine what it is truly like to be in love. Apart from being a means of revenge, his understanding of it is clinical and insipid. Love to Septimus is nothing more than an emotional side-effect of man’s biological need to propagate his species. If only it were that simple, then he could whack our target on the head and be done with it. To define love to him, I call upon the wisdom of Neruda, Nicholas Sparks and James Cameron through his masterpiece Tit

Love Love ~.............................~

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***