A Thin Line Between Love And Hate Watch Novels & Stories

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

tempting me to sin in ways neither of us wouldn't be able to imagine in our wildest dreams But then again I am already a sinner in her eyes she already hates me and sees me as the villain in her life and I can't blame her for it" I have given her many reasons to hate me and none to think otherwise Maybe that's why before her I never knew there was Karma" but I got a taste of it I still am Karma got it's revenge" it played it's most cruel joke" never in my life would I have ever known that I would end up falling in love with her" Who would have thought that the girl whose life I had made a living hell would become my heart's downfall" my heart and fate played a cruel joke" and the sad part is

I grumbled. Miranda unconsciously leaned into the warmth my palm offered when it framed her cheek, my thumb stroking over her sharp cheekbone. I was man enough to acknowledge that there was an ultra-thin line between love and hate. Both emotions were consuming and so similar yet so fucking different. And, I was man enough to admit that I was walking that thin line when it came to this woman.

Rajvardhan POV 'There is a very thin line between Hate and Love. The line we draw when we don't like someone's behaviour, nature, habits, talks or deeds. The line we create when the two personalities are different and can't understand each other or not mature enough to understand each other's point of views. But, there is a thing beyond the beauty, thoughts, mindset, personality and this fake world. And It is soul, The soul that saint used to believe is immortal, pure and real. The soul which we hide behind our outer beauty, personality, insecurity and fake appraisals. The soul is the reality and it is love. We all have souls which are connected mystically to each other. That means we alread

“I think you have it twisted. This is for revenge, I need to see him suffer. To feel the same pain that I did.” “Noted,” Erlan said, the amusement returning to his tone. “But mon chérie, the opposite of love isn’t hate. It’s indifference. You hate him, but you still care. Take it from me—there’s a very thin line between love and hate. You never really know when they intersect.” His voice was silk over a blade. My free hand curled into a fist. “Ugh! I don’t know why I’m surprised. You’re his friend, so of course you’re just as infuriating. Calling you was a mistake.”

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

I chanted the words like saying sorry to her for falling in love with the person who was a nightmare in her world but a beautiful dream in mine, There is a thin line between love and hate. One line that separates two devastating feelings of the world. Both of them carry the same strong obsessional feelings of complication that you don't realize crossing the sacred line. One moment you're hating him for hurting someone close to you and the next moment you find reasons to divert the truth of the incident only to assure yourself from any guilt.

This time, my voice rose, carried by the surge of emotion that refused to be contained. — “I keep telling myself, every single moment, that I haven’t done anything wrong. That I don’t have to bow to him. But when I see the hatred in his eyes… it feels like I’m breaking apart. I can barely breathe. And it hurts… because I…” My voice faltered. “…I love him. With all my heart. Enough that I was ready to confront my father for him. And yet… he doesn’t believe me. In the end… my father still won.”

"Excuse me?" "I know that my mother had wronged you, but isn't that you're being too petty to me who had nothing to do with that? Have you ever heard that the opposite of love isn't hate but indifference? If you really don't care about my mother, you won't hold this much resentment in your heart. It's only the people you care about who are capable of hurting your feelings the most." I insisted. "Your Majesty, there's a thin line between love and hate. Make up your mind." He glared at me.