Science In Love Novels & Stories

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

This realization was what hurt Bella more than seeing Damian choose to save Dakota instead of her. Damian's mood was growing volatile. He threw his hands around her and squeezed desperately. "Please! It's not what you think! Believe me! I love you! I just love you too much!" he cried. "I was just scared that I'm not good enough for you! I'm scared that if you ever saw a side of me that's imperfect, you'd stop loving me! "Just this thought drove me mad! I was just so scared of it!" He started to sob. Tears splashed onto her hands.

Stephie stood her ground, and this is what Jacob wanted from her. Somehow, someway, across the distance of their banter, both minds were aligned that this was their language, their chemistry, their fill and entertainment. I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you. This was the definition of their relationship. And somehow, someway, both parties were entertained with the back and forth. This was the only way they could communicate and simultaneously hide their undetermined feelings. If any. Jacob played his disinterest well. To show Stephie that her words of defiance meant nothing to shake his resolution, he approached her. This is what they both wanted anyway.

" Her face flushed red, then pale, as my words hit home. "So what?" she snapped. "At least I've stolen a good chunk of his love, and I can spend his money however I please!" I burst into laughter. "Julie, how are you still as foolish as ever? I suggest you skip the OB-GYN and see a neurologist instead. Every cent you spend is part of our shared marital property, which means I can sue you anytime and get it all back. "If you've reached this age and still believe in fairy-tale love, you'll probably end up divorced three times before you figure it out. And if Samuel really loved you, would he have kept you as his mistress?"

A few people looked at each other checking if anyone else had heard what they heard. He continued like nothing had been said. "Love” he said, moving slowly across the front of the room "is a reaction. A series of chemical processes in the brain that create attachment and encourage reproduction." He stopped near the edge of the desk. "Dopamine creates pleasure, " he said, like he was reading a list. "Oxytocin builds bonding. Serotonin stabilizes states." His tone did not change. Did not fall, Steady, certain, flat. "These are measurable, " he said. "Predictable." He paused briefly. "Temporary."

"I want you. I want us. I want another life made from this from love, not fear." I kissed her. "You have me. Always." Later, tangled in sheets, breathless and laughing, she traced patterns on my chest. "That was –" she started. "I know." "Better than before." "Always better with you." She propped herself up on one elbow. "We should practice. A lot. For science." I laughed. "For science." "Research purposes." "Extensive research." She kissed me. "I love you." "I love you too."

I watched her for I don't know how long, minutes or maybe longer. My heart was pounding so hard I was scared it might wake her up. The words were right there again, sitting on my tongue. I love you. Just three words and that was all. Three words that should have been easy. But every time I opened my mouth, something closed in my throat. I could feel the familiar fear of letting someone in creep in again. I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship.

Advika asked "huh?" Sankalp asked "what? Won't you ask me if I like your gift or not?" Advika asked him "did you open it?" Sankalp asked in horror "not that one but I did the another one, Sankalp are ji are you afraid to love me?" Advika asked him He release her and said "what are you talking about? What happens to suddenly?" Sankalp asked "to me? Nothing happened. Just giving you some tips. Never love the things or person you want to destroy or kill," Advika said with a smile

Lily asked confusedly. “Because I want to know what love is. If I drive, I will not be able to focus,” Mark answered. “Continue whatever you were saying,” Mark told her. “Your heart beats strangely when you love someone and that’s for no reason. Scientifically, it is said because you get excited to see him/her so, hormones play their role. But if we don’t see science then we call it ‘love’. You like to be around him/her and want to listen him/her. Just by looking into the eyes of your lover you can tell what he/she wants. There are many other things but I am not able to comprehend them to tell you,” Lily muttered.