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my dad said and broke my chain of thoughts. "But dad... I know grandpa and grandma is so fond of her. But it's absolutely absurd to marry just for that" I told him now frustrated. "As I said, know her better ok?" Was my dad’s only advice before he left. Shit! How can I get out this sham. I don't want to be in a loveless marriage or you could say I don’t want be in any kind of marriage. My mind has stoped work and I feeling like I am being dragged into this hell hole which has no way out.Through all this chaos, only one person can help me.I grab my phone from my suit pocket and dial my trusted friend Xavier.

I said honestly "Stop caring about people too much." Christian suddenly said and that make me turn to him "That's why people hurt you, because you're too kind and too care towards people." He added "I don't care." I said "This is how I express my love towards people, sometimes I don't care if they hate me. I rather see them happy them being hurt. I tend to make myself hurt first before someone I love hurt." I added "Let's play 10 questions." He said and I nodded

I whispered with a low smile. She hummed but a sad look crossed her face. I rolled my bottom lips inside my mouth and waited patiently for her to say something. " But he hates me. Hate is such a strong emotion more stronger than love. He may have liked me back if he doesn't hate me." She pointed out. I smiled. Hate can never be stronger than love. Love is the connection of two souls but not hate. Love is permanent and the latter is temporary. " Suppose Zach loved you but you despised him to every extent." She asked.

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

How could I explain that my lover was married—and I was not the bride? I had no plans of coming back soon. Not until I found the right words to answer her questions. Henry — damned wherever he is with that bitch of a wife. They were perfect for each other: a pretender and a troublemaker. How had I once thought we were perfect? Maybe coming to the library wasn’t a good idea; it dragged my thoughts back to that bastard, and I hated myself for it.

Chapter 51 Love, a beautiful calamity, and conflict take us into unexplored territory, revealing sensations we've never felt before—unpredictable and hypnotic. Hate, on the other hand, burns like a never-ending fire, slowly devouring one's soul and potentially leading to annihilation.

“Their families hated each other, yet they still fell in love. Readers were drawn to their story because it wasn’t easy love. It was yearning… tension…” “They died,” he spat. “Doesn’t exactly prove forbidden love is worth rooting for.” “It proves people become emotionally invested in impossible love stories,” I replied. “I don’t agree.” A sigh escaped my lips. “Fine. Then Wuthering Heights; Catherine and Heathcliff—” “They were toxic.” “They loved each other, Caden.” “They destroyed each other.” I ran a hand through my hair, my patience already wearing thin. “You’re purposely missing the point to frustrate me.”

His eyes caught his diary where he mentioned his break-up with his girlfriend. Flashback: "I am sorry Ria. But I don't think that I can give that happiness which you deserve" Dhruv broke the ice after one long month of practice. He wants to end his relationship with Ria long ago but doesn't want to break her heart. "Thank God that you have realised it" Ria mumbled taking him to surprise. "My love is not time pass. I knew about you in and out. And I have realised it long ago that you don't love me." Ria replied wiping her tears. she hugged him with a smile.

Their inner turmoil holds their relationship. "You know Myra Love and Hate they both are equally dangerous. You can never predict when they would interchange their places." Myra suddenly remembered her mother's words. She hated this man from the bottom of her heart and so did he. What if they find their hatred confined with love? Will that survive in the desert? No way. She can't be a permanent mark in Ranvijay's life and vice versa.