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His hair was gelled back the way he had it when we first met. I had so many emotions welling up inside me. I felt like a dam that had just burst. I wanted to run towards him. I wanted to get married this very instant. The love I have for this man is immeasurable. I felt tears stinging my eyes. I was so full of joy and love that my body couldn't contain it anymore. I squeezed my father's hand. I am ready and he needs to take me now.

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“Every morning when I wake up, the love I have for you multiplies. I’ve grown so fond of you that I cannot imagine my life without you in it. You’re not only beautiful on the outside but you have a beautiful soul. You’re everything I could ever ask for in a woman I would want to spend the rest of my life with. Thank you for all you do for me and our children.” “I promise to love you unconditionally, I promise to be faithful to you, I promise to be your best friend, I promise to be a good husband to you, a good father to our children and I promise to make you happy. I love you so much, Queen Naomi” Christopher collected the ring from Andre, slipped it into Naomi’s finger and kissed her hand.

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,Abeer roared at her feeling disgusted. "But Abeer.. I..I love ...",Before Mia could complete her sentence she received another slap on her next cheek by him. "Don't you dare to say that you love me before knowing the exact meaning of love, Mia.",He growled. "Love is not all about taking. It comes with a huge sacrifice, compromise and understanding. Love is all about giving Mia. Because you can't see the person whom you love in pain. You want to fill their life with all the happiness they deserve no matter if they choose you or not.

*The Unexpected Love* In the bustling city of Tokyo, lived a young and ambitious artist named Akira. She was known for her stunning paintings and her passion for her craft. Akira's life was a whirlwind of art exhibitions, classes, and her own studio. One day, while Akira was setting up for an exhibition, she accidentally knocked over a display of sculptures. A handsome stranger rushed to help her, and as their hands touched, Akira felt an unexpected spark. The stranger's name was Taro, a successful businessman with a passion for art. He was immediately drawn to Akira's creativity and enthusiasm.

The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.

It was raw, unpolished, and filled with all the emotions he couldn’t say out loud. Lara froze for a heartbeat, caught off guard by the intensity of it, but then she melted into him, her hands instinctively rising to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her palms, matching the rapid beat of her own. The kiss wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. It spoke of everything Hades couldn’t put into words—his fear, his pain, his desperate hope for something good amidst the chaos of his life. When they finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I… I don’t know how to do this,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

ASHLEY Love. Was there anything like that in the first place? Pfft. I put it to you that it's just an illusion. A crappy feeling that takes a lot from you with nothing to show for it. That shit about meeting the one was crap. It was total bullshit. There is no such thing as love and even if there was, all it ever does was take everything away from you, subject you to the mercy of manipulations, and make you do things that you wouldn't do if you were in your right senses.

My wife, Ally Martin, is a CEO who's convinced that every man who married her only wanted her money. Any expense of mine over a hundred dollars has to go through her for approval first. I loved her enough to become the man standing quietly behind her empire. But the day I got into a car accident, she turned down my three-thousand-dollar surgery request. "Do you have any idea how many people live on three thousand dollars a month? I don't make money so you can leech off me!" The surgery came too late. My hand was left permanently disabled. I'd only just come off the operating table when her childhood friend, freshly back from abroad, posted on Instagram. The photo showed off a watch wort