In Love With An Idiot Novels & Stories

Each time, I put on a heartbroken act, crying and wailing to the neighbors. "I spent ten whole years with him! I only tried to make him marry me by calling off the wedding, but he didn't even try to stop me! Ten whole years wasted on him! Only now do I find out that he had cheated on me a long time ago. That was why he didn't want to marry me!" The gossip-loving neighbors went wild with excitement. Soon, the gossip reached Edward's parents. It went without saying that they were humiliated. They rushed out of their house, saying they wanted to teach me a lesson.

Chapter 2 Ye Dil bhi badi kambakht cheez hain Jise ye khona nahi chahti Woh uska hona nahi chahta Jise iski talash hain dilo jaan se pyar hai Ise uska hone se aitraz hain ~Ankita Ghosh (this heart is an idiot whom she wants to be her he doesn't want her and who love her with his everything she doesn't want to be his)

“Stop calling me that you asshole, how did I not notice you were insane” “How would you notice anything, you were dumb, stupid, and in love with me” “I’m not in love with you, get that into your head” “You will learn to love me again baby; I have waited so long for you, craved you, and watched you” “ You have been watching me?” “Yes, I have been watching you, waiting for the best chance to come back into your life, I saw that idiot you call your boss come in and out of your house, I waited for my chance”

The idiot was busy smiling at his compliments. He said he loved me. He said he will Make my last days a memorable one. So this is how he planned to do it? I watched him as he continue talking. "You look irresistible and every mans crush. You're a nice loving girl who needs a good caring man. A guy that will get married to you will never cheat because of how beautiful you are." He said.

“When will you listen to the expert, man?” "I don't hurt my wife physically. I don't do that. I'm not that kind of asshole." "If it's not physically, how about emotionally?" he pressed. "Haven't you gotten over your first love?" I did not answer. "You're an idiot, you know that?" "What?"

Slowly, telegraphing my every move, I reached up and wiped it away with my thumb. “Thanks,” he said. He laughed once then, bitterly. “Guess you think I’m the world’s biggest idiot.” “No,” I said. “I think you are a man in love with a woman who doesn’t know what she has. And that kind of love is hard to ignore, even harder to let go of.” Julian nodded. “Like I said, the world’s biggest idiot.” “No,” I assured him. I meant to say more, but as I glanced toward the stage, I paused as I noticed the piercing gaze of only one person watching us.

she invests her time and money only to rise the career of her boyfriend, she invests in his movie even after she nearly becomes insolvent. " If you go more down than you already are, then I will surely kill the bastard call, boyfriend, let's come to a point, I got transferred and I no longer work with your father's company, so that our last meeting, and I am here to make you realise that love take away your identity is poison, you are not a slave you can be king" " stop it you make me feel bad, maybe I have done more than necessary, even so, I want to see that person I love happy"

A man ran towards me out of the corner of my eye as the door crashed down. As he yanked the chair out of my hands, I screamed. My actions were "Open the door," despite my attempts to stab him with the IV needle. He said once more. I continued to try to open the window while ignoring him. He started pounding his shoulder into it and banging on it. The door's wood began to split, indicating that it was breaking.

If only all conversations could be ended so easily. “Nearly there,” said Jenny. She’d managed to get her top half through the gap in the window David had slipped out of, and now she was stuck with her legs flailing. There comes a time in every relationship when you realise the person you’ve fallen in love with is an idiot. It’s a heartwarming moment. The doubt you’ve always had in the back of your mind can be put to rest because you finally understand what made them fall for you; stupidity. I opened and shut the box a couple of times.

“He was just the one idiot in the room who decided he couldn’t live with watching you be sold in it.” “Idiot,” I echo. She smiles, small and almost fond. “Love makes men stupid,” she says. “Even the smart, scary ones. Especially them.” The word love sits between us, heavy and obnoxious. I push my chair back, stand, and go to the window. From here, I can see a sliver of the drive, the tops of the cypress trees, a hint of sea. The internet’s question scrolls in my head like a neon marquee: