The Love Hypothesis Novels & Stories

They both could hear the swoosh of the wind, the way how leaves moved by its force, and the chirping of the bird, which had been lightened by the morning sun. “You’re—” “That’s the truth. Not just because we had sex or I let you have me—that I want you fucking me means to say that I love you, Helios. That’s not how it works. Love is different from want. I want you, but I do not love you. And love can’t be one-sided. Again, marriage is sacred. Thank you so much for saving me, even though I know that I was sold to you rather than to your father. But the thing you’ve done to me will not affect my emotions, my heart towards yours.”

he uttered which I completely agree with. Love is, by its very nature, unfettered. It cannot be purchased, traded, or bargained in any way. You cannot force someone to love you, nor can you keep them from falling in love with you – not for any amount of money. Love cannot be caged, nor can it be regulated through statutory means. Love is not a material, it is not a property, and it is not even a viable source of energy to be sold. Love has no boundaries, no frontiers, no quantitative mass or energy production, and hence has no territory or borders. “Can you buy happiness?” I asked and I saw how his forehead creased.

I took a screenshot of that moment from that beloved on my mobile. My enemy is sleeping with the last love of my life. I still remember when I first saw Ahana, my enemy, at that time I felt something for her but after knowing her truth I hated her. Well, I also remember that moment when I took Aarzoo in my arms for the first time, the Last love of my life.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

Sasha Love. L.O.V.E. The concept was honestly ridiculous. And beautiful. And breathtaking. And exhilarating. And maddening. But I was in love with a man I should run far away from. I knew that the odds were against us, danger lurking at every turn, but honestly? I didn't care any longer.

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

I pursued him for an entire year before he finally, albeit stonily, agreed to go out with me. I was irrevocably and unconditionally in love with him for six years. I woke up in the middle of the night with tears streaming down my cheeks. As time went on, I stopped reminiscing on those wonderful memories and poured myself into my work. No longer did I have to force myself to fall asleep. After two months, I finally got my career back on track. It wasn't long before the first project I worked on procured its first order. Having worked out a collaboration with the investors, I left the restaurant alone and waited by the curb for the company car.

Sometimes she would prepare some and make me crave them. She treated me like a daughter, she is in her late fifties. She has never been married, she did say she was in love once but it didn’t work out well for her because the man married someone else. I asked her how she had handled that and she said- “love is an illusion.” I didn’t understand what she had said but she broke it down, love is what we feel, the same way we feel cold and we feel hotness, it comes and goes, if you want it to stay and become real- you have to work for it, he didn’t work for it, she worked for it. Later on he got bored and proposed to someone else on her birthday. It was messy.

*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.

“To love someone so much it feels like your own heart is beating outside your chest. To have to stand by and watch them live a lie with someone else. To know that every smile they give you is a stolen moment, a precious secret that could get you both killed.” As he had spoken, I had begun to fully understand that Hypatos’ love for Arete had never been simple adultery. It had been the defining tragedy of his life. It hadn’t just been an affair. It had been a life unlived, a love that had been denied and suppressed for decades, a wound that had never been allowed to heal. It had been the reason he was so broken, the source of the deep, abiding sadness that had clung to him like a shroud.